+Don O.+ I was Octavio; but I am at present So much astonish'd, I am not myself. +Cam.+ What can the meaning of this vision be? [_+Don Octavio+ approaches +Porcia+._ +Don O.+ My dearest Porcia, how is't possible To find you in this place, my friend Antonio Having so generously undertaken Your protection? +Por.+ Did he not yours so too? and yet I find Octavio here, where he is more expos'd Than I to certain ruin. I am loth To say 'tis he who has betray'd us both. +Don O.+ Antonio false? It is impossible. +Diego.+ 'Tis but too evident. +Don O.+ Peace, slave! he is my noble friend, of noble blood, Whose fame's above the level of those tongues That bark by custom at the brightest virtues, As dogs do at the moon. +Por.+ How hard it is for virtue to suspect! Ah, Octavio! we have been both deceiv'd. This vile Antonio is the very man To whom my brother without my consent Or knowledge has contracted me in Flanders. +Don O.+ Antonio the man to whom you are contracted? Porcia the bride whom he is come to marry? +Por.+ The very same. +Don O.+ Why did you not acquaint me with it sooner? +Por.+ Alas! I have not seen you since I knew it; But those few hours such wonders have produc'd As exceed all belief, and ask more time Than your unsafe condition in this place Will allow me to make you comprehend it. +Cam.+ Cousin, I cannot blame your apprehensions, Nor your suspicion of Antonio's friendship; But I am so possess'd with the opinion Of his virtue, I shall as soon believe Impossibilities as his apostasy From honour. +Don O.+ What's her concernment in Antonio, Porcia? +Por.+ O, that's the strangest part of our sad story, And which requires most time to let you know it [_A blaze of light appears at the window, and a noise without._ See, Flora, at the window, what's that light And noise we hear. [_+Flora+ goes to the window._ +Flo.+ O madam, we are all undone! I see Henrique, Carlos, and their servants, with torches All coming hither; and, which is wonderful, Antonio leading them with his sword drawn. +Cam.+ Thou dream'st, distracted wench? Antonio false? It is impossible---- [_+Camilla+ runs to the window, and turning back, says_-- All she has said is in appearance true. There is some hidden mystery, which thus Abuses us; for I shall ne'er believe Antonio can transgress the rules of friendship.