+Don C.+ We had not pass'd above a street or two, Before he stopp'd, and at the second house Beyond the church, in Saint Iago's Street, He enter'd and desired me to follow him. I making a stand, he grew suspicious, And from my silence guessing his mistake, He slipp'd into the house, and lock'd the door. When I had well observ'd the street and house, I came with speed to give you this account. +Flo.+ O madam, this is Don Octavio's house: Without all doubt, they've carri'd Porcia thither. [_To +Camilla+ behind the door._ +Cam.+ Peace, Flora, and listen to the sequel. +Don H.+ Come, cousin, we lose time--Heigh! who waits there? I will besiege the house; if they refuse To render, I'll reduce that theatre Of my shame to ashes, and make their fort Both theirs and its own sepulchre. There are Such charms in vengeance, that I do not wonder It is reserv'd for him who form'd the thunder. +Don C.+ Have patience, cousin, and consult your reason; 'Twill soon convince you how unpracticable And vain your proposition is t' attempt, At this time of night, a house so guarded In a well-govern'd city: that would prove Very like thunder, which the cloud destroys, Wherein 'twas form'd, producing only noise. What can the issue be, but to alarm The town, expose your person and your fortune To th' rigour of the law, publish your shame, And frustrate your revenge for ever? +Don H.+ What! would you have me tarry till these villains, Who have invaded my house, affronted My person, murder'd my servant, and robb'd Me of a sister, may evade my vengeance? [_Spoken hastily._ +Don C.+ No, fear not that; let me alone to find A certain way to hinder their escape. I'll instantly to the corregidor, And beg the assistance of his authority To secure these criminals for the present, That afterwards the law may punish them. +Don H.+ A fine proposal! Why, cousin, can you think That I'll submit a personal injury To th' tame decision of the formal law? And, having been affronted by the sword, To pray the aid of the long robe, and take An advocate for second? Reliev'd by law! +Don C.+ Since we all parties are in making laws, We must not judges be in our own cause: We hold it infamous to break our words, Yet cancel the great charter with our swords. +Don H.+ They by their insolence the laws invade. +Don C.+ But you by your revenge the laws degrade. +Don H.+ Honour obliges me to take revenge. +Don C.+ Honour is justice, rightly understood: Your idol honour's only heat of blood. +Don H.+ Honour's opinion, which rules all the world. +Don C.+ Opinion, Henrique, only governs fools; Reason the wise and truly valiant rules.