+Ped.+ Returning with some lights a moment after, I no sooner open'd the door, but, heavens! Who should I see there, standing just before me, In the selfsame place where I had left Porcia, But Octavio, your enemy Octavio. +Don H.+ Here is some witchcraft, sure. What can this mean? +Ped.+ Amaz'd at this sight, I let the candle fall, And clapp'd the door to; then double-lock'd it, And brought away the key. +Don C.+ But how could he get in, if you be sure You lock'd the door when you went out for lights? +Ped.+ I know not whether he was there before, Or got in after; but of this I'm sure, That there I have him now, and safe enough. +Don H.+ Let's not, Don Carlos, now perplex ourselves With needless circumstances, when and how; Those queries are too phlegmatic for me: If the beast be i' th' toil, it is enough; Let us go seize him, for he must die. _Enter +Don Antonio+._ +Don A.+ Pray, brother, what unhappy man is he Whom you so positively doom to death? I have a sword to serve you on all occasions Worthy of you and me. +Don H.+ His intervening, Carlos, is unlucky. How shall we behave ourselves towards him In this business, so unfit for his knowledge? +Don C.+ Cousin, you should consider with yourself [_+Carlos+ draws +Henrique+ aside._ What answer to return him: he's not a man To be put off with any slight pretences; Nor yet to be engag'd in such an action As bears th' appearance rather of brutality Than true honour. You know Antonio needs No fresh occasions to support his name. Who danger seek, are indigent of fame. +Don H.+ I beg your patience, sir, but for one word With this gentleman my friend. [_+Don Henrique+ addresses himself to +Don Antonio+._ +Don A.+ I'll attend your leisure. I find my coming has disorder'd 'em, [_Aside._ There's something they would fain conceal from me: All here is discompos'd, whate'er's the matter. +Don H.+ I am a rogue, if I know what to do. +Don C.+ Since the event's so dangerous and doubtful, 'Tis best, in my opinion, sir, to temporise. +Don H.+ How easily men get the name of wise! To fear t' engage, is call'd to temporise: Sure, fear and courage cannot be the same, Yet th' are confounded by a specious name; And I must tamely suffer, because fools Are rul'd by nice distinctions of the schools. How I hate such cold complexions! [_He stamps._ +Don C.+ Why so transported? as if vehemence Were for your passion an approv'd defence. +Don H.+ Who condemns passions, Nature he arraigns.