+Don H.+ Then you transport me, sir, beyond all patience. Why, cousin, if she has been still at home, Antonio seen and entertain'd her here, Accompani'd by Camilla; if even now I left them there within, is't possible You should have found her in Octavio's house? To be here and there too at the same time! None, sure, but Janus with his double face Can e'er unfold this mystery. +Don C.+ Let me advise you, abuse not yourself; I tell you positive'y, I found her there: And, by the same token, her waiting-woman Flora was there attending her. +Don H.+ Flora! Dear cousin, do not still persist Thus to affirm impossibilities. +Don C.+ Sure, you are making some experiment Upon my temper, and would fain provoke My patience to some such high disorder, That I should ne'er hereafter have the face, When you are in your fits, to play the stoic. +Don H.+ Cousin, I swear to you upon my honour, 'Tis not above a quarter of an hour Since I did speak with Porcia and your sister In that very apartment, and am now Returning to them in my sister's chamber. +Don C.+ And, sir, I swear to you upon my honour, 'Tis not above a quarter of an hour, Since I left Porcia carrying in a chair From Don Octavio's house, and your man Pedro Leading the chairmen to mine, and follow'd By Flora; whilst I came to find you out, To acquaint you with this unpleasing news, But fit for you to know as soon as might be. +Don H.+ This question, cousin, may be soon decided: Pray, come along, her chamber's not far off. +Don C.+ And my house but the next door; let's go thither. +Don H.+ You'll quickly find your error, cousin. +Don C.+ And you'll as soon be undeceiv'd. But stay: Here comes your servant, whom I left to guard her: He'll instantly convince you of the truth. _Enter +Pedro+._ +Ped.+ O sir!---- +Don H.+ What brings yon hither, Pedro? +Ped.+ Give me my albricias,[69] sir; I bring you The rarest news: your enemy Octavio-- I'm quite out of breath---- +Don H.+ What does the varlet mean? +Ped.+ Sir, I suppose Don Carlos has inform'd you That he left me to see your sister Porcia, With Flora and Diego, Oetavio's man, Safely convey'd t' his house. +Don C.+ See now, Don Henrique: who was i' the right! +Ped.+ I did as he commanded me, and put them All three into Don Carlos's antechamber, Porcia in the same chair which brought her thither, And for more safety, double-lock'd the door, Whilst I went down in haste to fetch some candles. +Don H.+ As sure as death, this madness is infectious; My man is now in one of Carlos's fits.