+Don H.+ Your servant, sir. [_+Don Henrique+ waits on him to the door._] This sudden sally hence At this time of the night, newly arriv'd From a long journey, and not to suffer me To wait upon him, does embroil me more. But now I will not long be in suspense; I'll to my sister's chamber. _Enter +Don Carlos+, as +Don Henrique+ is going into +Porcia's+ chamber._ +Don C.+ Ho! Don Henrique! come away, all's prepar'd. Our kinsman the corregidor is ready With a strong band of serjeants, and stays for you. +Don H.+ Speak softly, Don Antonio is arriv'd, And some of his may overhear us. +Don C.+ That's very unlucky; but does he know Your sister's missing? +Don H.+ I think not yet. +Don C.+ Come, let's away; we have no time to lose. +Don H.+ Pray, stay awhile. I labour with a doubt Will burst me, if not clear'd before I go. +Don C.+ What, cousin, will you lose an opportunity Never to be recover'd? Are you mad? Will you permit the villains to escape, And laugh at us for ever? Come away. [_He pulls him._ +Don H.+ Well, I must go, and let him make it out; The worst estate of human life is doubt. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [63] [Former edits., _fledge_.] [64] [So for metre's sake, instead of _comrades_.] [65] [This is printed by Mr Collier, _Wat are you hurt_?] [66] Absolved, discharged. Fr. _absoudre_. Lat. _absolvere_.--_Junius._ See likewise note to Lodge's "Wounds of Civil War" [vii. 169].--_Collier._ "Then had the Monkes aucthoritie to preache, baptyse, and assoyle from synne, which they never had afore."--Bale's "Acts of English Votaries," fol. 35, edit. 1550. See also "World of Wonders," 1607, part i. p. 32.--_Gilchrist._ ACT IV. +Scene.+--_+Don Octavio's+ house._ _Enter +Don Octavio+ angrily, pushing +Diego+, and +Porcia+ following._ +Don O.+ Villain, thou hast undone us! cursed villain! Where was thy soul I had fear quite banish'd it, And left thee not one grain of common sense? +Por.+ Was there ever so fatal an accident? +Don O.+ Why, traitor, didst thou not let me know it As soon as we were come into the house? +Diego.+ What would y' have done, if you had known it then? +Don O.+ I would have sallied out and kill'd the rogue, In whose pow'r thou hast put it to destroy us. Can it be doubted but that long ere this He has acquainted Henrique where we are, From whose black rage we must immediately Expect t' encounter all the worst extremes Of malice, seconded by seeming justice? For the unfortunate are still i' th' wrong. Curse on all cowards! better far be serv'd By fools and knaves: they make less dangerous faults.