+Don C.+ If you approve on't, cousin, I'll carry her To mine; for since we seek (if possible) To compose the business, she will be there With much more decency and satisfaction, Being in a kinsman's house, and where she'll have My sister to accompany her. +Cor.+ This business cannot be in better hands Than yours; and there I'll leave it, and bid you Good night. +Don C.+ Your servant, cousin; I wish you well at home. You may be pleas'd to take your sergeants with you; [_As the +Corregidor+ goes out_-- There are without two servants of Don Henrique's, They'll be enough to guard our prisoners, And with less notice. +Cor.+ Come, sergeants, follow me. +Don C.+ Well, ye may go about your business, friends. [_To the Footmen and Maids._ I am glad we did not find Octavio here; For, though I might justly pretend ignorance, I would not have him suffer, though by chance. [_Exeunt Servants._ +San.+ Well, I am now sufficiently instructed, And, since there is no notice ta'en of me, I'll fairly steal away, and give my master An account of this misfortune. [_Exit +Sancho+._ +Don C.+ Take up the chair, and follow me. [_They take up the chair._ +Diego.+ A lovely dame they bear: 'tis true, she's something Hairy about the chin, but that, they say, 's A sign of strength. It tickles me to think How like an ass he'll look when, op'ning the shell, His worship finds within so rough a kernel. [_Exeunt._ _Scene changes to +Don Antonio's+ apartment in +Don Henrique's+ house. Enter +Don Antonio+ and +Porcia+._ +Don A.+ Madam, banish your fear: you are now safe Within these walls: be pleas'd to remain here Till I shall bring some lights, and acquaint Porcia With th' honour she'll receive in entertaining So fair a guest. +Por.+ Who is't you say you will advertise, sir? +Don A.+ My wife Porcia. Have but a little patience, And she'll attend you, madam. [_Exit +Antonio+._ +Por.+ Is her name Porcia too? Pray heaven send her A better fate than her distress'd name's-sake. But whither am I brought? What house is this? What with my fears and darkness of the night, I have lost all my measures: I can't guess What quarter of the town it is w' are in; For, to avoid the meeting with my brother And his revengeful train, we have been forc'd To make so many turnings, I am giddy. But, thanks to providence, I have this comfort, That now I'm in a place out of his reach. _Enter +Don Antonio+ with two lights, and sets them on the table._ +Don A.+ Madam, my wife will suddenly attend you; Pardon, I pray, my absence for a moment. [_Exit +Antonio+._