+Cam.+ Misfortunes make you rave: this vile suspicion Is inconsistent with Antonio's fame. You may as well believe that nature will Reverse the order of the whole creation, As that Antonio, a man whose soul Is of so strong and perfect a complexion, Should e'er descend to such a slavish sin. [_Spoken with heat._ And if we had the leisure, I could give you Such reasons to convince you of your error, That you would both acknowledge and repent it. +Por.+ Alas! I had forgot her near concernments For Antonio. [_Aside._] Pardon and pity me, Camilla; My mind is so distracted by afflictions, I know not what I should, or should not, fear. +Cam.+ I pity thee with all my heart. But, cousin, If Antonio, not knowing you nor your Relations, should chance to find your brother, And tell him unawares all that has pass'd, And that h' has brought the distress'd party hither, He'll presently imagine it is you, And then, I fear, 'twill be impossible (Though he should interpose with all his power) To stop the torrent, or divert his rage From breaking in, and executing on us That horrid parricide which, though too late, It may be he himself would execrate. +Por.+ There's too much ground for what you fear, Camilla; But if I could secure myself this night, 'Tis very possible that to-morrow We might engage Antonio and your brother To find out some expedient to relieve me. +Cam.+ Were you only in pain for your security This night, I know an easy remedy For that. +Por.+ Which way, my dearest? +Cam.+ Why, what does hinder us from making use On this occasion of the secret door, By which, you know, you have so often pass'd Into your house upon more pleasing errands? By this we shall obtain these benefits-- [A] safety from your brother's present fury, And time to try if Carlos and Antonio May be engag'd to mediate in this business; And I have cause to think you will not find Antonio so implacable as you Imagine. +Por.+ I conceive you, cousin. Fool that I was, To think a heart once conquer'd by your eyes Should e'er become another virgin's prize! _Enter +Don Antonio+._ +Don A.+ So late! a guest in's house, that's come so far On such a business, and not yet come home! There's something in't I cannot comprehend. [_Aside._ Madam, I han't as yet found out your brother, But (sure) 'twill not be long ere he return; Then I'll acquaint him with the accident Has made his house this lady's sanctuary. +Por.+ Here is a glimpse of comfort, for I see He takes my cousin for Don Henrique's sister. [_Aside._ O bless'd mistake, so luckily continu'd!