+Don A.+ But stay--I swear I'd like to have committed [_Going out, returns._ A foul mistake: the monastery gates Will not be open'd at this time o' th' night Without a strict inquiry into the cause; Besides, 'tis possible that, once lodg'd there, She may be out of my friend's pow'r or mine Ever to get her thence, if it be known. It must not be. I have thought better on't. [_He pauses, and thinks._ I will convey you to my brother-in-law's, A person of such quality and honour, As may protect and serve you with his credit: And there my wife may have the happiness T' accompany you, and pay the offices, Due to your virtue and distress'd condition: And, going to a house that's so much mine, Make account, madam, 'tis to your own home. Sancho, stay you here to attend Octavio, [_Turning to +Sancho+._ And guide him the next way to my apartment: Here is the key, I shall have little use on't, Having Ernesto waiting for me there. One word more, Sancho: let Octavio know 'Tis my advice, that he come in a chair. He by that means may possibly escape Examination, if he should be met with. +Por.+ Flora, I pray, do you continue here, And if by any accident Octavio Should be hinder'd from coming after us, Observe his motions well, and where he fixes; Then return home, and I shall find some way Of sending to you to inform myself. +Flo.+ I shall not fail t' observe your orders, madam. +Don A.+ Madam, I am ready to attend you. +Por.+ Ah, cruel brother! ah, my dear Octavio! How am I tortur'd betwixt love and hate! +Don A.+ W' had better suffer than deserve our fate. [_Exit +Don Antonio+ and +Porcia+._ +San.+ 'Tis no small compliment my master makes Your lady and her gallant, at this time O' th' night to quit his brother-in-law's, and leave So fair a bride as Porcia all alone. +Flo.+ What, is his mistress's name Porcia too? +San.+ Yes; and if she has as fair a handmaid As yourself, I shall soon forget my damsels In the Low Countries. +Flo.+ If your Low-Country damsels resemble us, You would not be put to't to forget first. But I believe that you are safe enough: I have not heard such praises of their wit, But that we may suppose they have good memories. _Enter +Diego+._ +Diego.+ Is not my master yet return'd? +Flo.+ No. +Diego.+ Well, now have we an honourable cause To wear the beadle's livery: faith, Flora, If your tender sex had not been privileg'd From this harsh discipline, how prettily Would the beadle's crimson lace show upon Your white back! +Flo.+ 'Twon't do so well as on a darker ground: 'Twill suit much better with your tawny hide.