_Enter +Don Henrique+ and +Geraldo+ with a torch, and +Pedro+ with a light: +Don Henrique+ and +Geraldo+, their swords drawn._ +Ped.+ Sir, I have search'd all the rooms of the house, And cannot find her. +Don H.+ Base, infamous woman! maybe, she's fled To the quarter order'd for Antonio. +Ped.+ That door is lock'd, and's servant has the key. +Don H.+ Ah, this cursed vagabond! thus to rob [_He stamps._ A brother of the fruits of all his care, And cast this stain on th' honour of our house! But if ever I get the fugitive Within my reach, I'll sacrifice her blood To the offended spirits of my ancestors. +Flo.+ Madam, d' you hear? +Cam.+ Yes, and tremble, Flora. +Don H.+ Call for her woman. +Ped.+ Flora! Flora! _Enter +Flora+._ +Flo.+ My good angel guard me! What's your pleasure, sir? +Don H.+ Where's your mistress, hussy? +Flo.+ She told me, sir, about half an hour since, She would go down into the garden. [_Exit +Flora+._ +Don H.+ My shame is certain. Ah! the sad condition Of us men of honour! how unequally Our crosses and our comforts mingled are! Our orphan sisters are no sooner grown Above the follies of their childish age (During which season custom does exact Our watchful caution over all their actions), But they are grafted on some stranger stock, Where they do change both their abodes and names Without the least reflection on their kindness, Who pain'd themselves to cultivate their youth; Or else remain to exercise our fears. O unjust heavens! why suffer you that they, Who to our joys of life such bubbles are, Should add such weight unto our griefs and care? Ah, Porcia, Porcia!. _Enter +Don Carlos+._ +Don C.+ Don Henrique, if I am not much mistaken, I have in this short time made a great progress Towards your redress: I come from harbouring The villains who have done you this affront. +Cam.+ [_behind._] It imports to be attentive now. +Don H.+ O, you revive me! May I but once enjoy The pleasure of my revenge, though the next Moment were the last period of my life, I should depart contented. Are the villains Within our reach? +Don C.+ Be patient, sir, and I'll inform you fully. You were no sooner up, but I pursu'd Your flying enemies, hoping the night, Grown somewhat lighter, might help me to discover The place of their retreat. One of their party Who was behind the rest, mistaking me For one of his camerades, bad me come on, Saying his master was but just before; That he had borne his mistress bravely off, And put her champion brother out of combat. +Don H.+ Insolent rascal! [_He stamps._