+Don.+ H. Wait on him in, but at the same time tell him You cannot find me. I will leave my house And the discovery of my shame to fate, And any censure rather undergo Than be the reporter of my own disgrace; Till first I have my honour's ransom paid In the vile blood of this perfidious maid. [_Exit +Henrique+._ _Enter +Don Antonio+ and +Ernesto+._ +Don A.+ My friend and his fair mistress safely lodg'd, And free from their adventure, 'tis now fit To mind my own engagement. But, Ernesto, What can the meaning be of this rude usage, In suffering me to stay without thus long Upon my first arrival? Come, let's go on Into the other rooms. +Ern.+ I swear, sir, I'm amazed at this great change. 'Tis not above two hours since I found here A numerous and well-order'd family, In all appearance. Now I see the pages Bolt out of the doors, then start back again Into their holes, like rabbits in a warren! The maids lie peeping at the garret-windows, Like th' upper tier of ordnance in a ship; All looks disorder'd now; nor can I guess What may have caus'd so great an alteration. But there I see the servant you sent in. _Enter +Geraldo+._ +Don A.+ Friend, where's your master? +Ger.+ I cannot tell, sir. +Don A.+ Where is his sister? +Ger.+ In truth, I know not, sir; we men-servants Have little to do in the ladies' quarters. [_Exit +Geraldo+._ +Don A.+ This looks but oddly. Are you sure, Ernesto, Y' have not misguided me to a wrong house? +Ern.+ If you are sure, sir, that we are awake, Then I am certain this is the same house, Wherein this afternoon I saw and spoke with Don Henrique and your bride: by the same token, There was a lady with her in a veil, And this very room is the antechamber To her apartment. +Don A.+ I should be finely serv'd if, after all This negotiation and a tedious journey, My pains and patience should be cast away On some such wither'd sybil for a wife, As her own brother is asham'd to show me. +Ern.+ You'll soon be freed from that fear, sir. [_+Ernesto+ goes toward the door._ +Don A.+ How so? +Ern.+ Because I see her in the inner room, Lying along upon her couch, and reading. Her face is turn'd the other way; but yet Her shape and clothes assure me 'tis the same. +Don A.+ Art certain that 'tis she? +Ern.+ There are not many like her. +Don A.+ If thou be'st sure 'tis she, I'll venture in Without her brother's presence t' introduce me. +Ern.+ She's coming this way, sir. _Enter +Camilla+ reading._