[_+Don Henrique+ makes at +Don Octavio+, and +Don Antonio+ turns to +Don Octavio's+ side._ +Don A.+ Nay, then my honour you invade anew, And, by assaulting him, revive in me My pre-engagements to protect and serve him Against all others. +Don H.+ Why, were not you, Antonio, fighting with him? Were you not doing all you could to kill him? +Don A.+ Henrique, 'tis true; but finding in my breast An equal strife 'twixt honour and revenge, I do, in just compliance with them both, Preserve him from your sword, to fall by mine. +Don C.+ Brave man, how nicely he does honour weigh! Justice herself holds not the scales more even. +Don H.+ My honour suffers more as yet than yours, And I must have a share in the revenge. +Don A.+ My honour, sir, is so sublim'd by love, 'Twill not admit comparison or rival. +Don H.+ Either he must renounce all claims to Porcia, Or die immediately. +Don A.+ Y' are i' the right: that he must do, or die; But by no other hand than mine. +Don O.+ Cease your contention, and turn all your swords Against this breast! whilst Porcia and I have breath, She must be mine, there's no divorce but death. +Don H.+ I'll hear no more, protect him if thou canst: Kill the slave, kill him, I say! [_+Don Henrique+ makes at him, and +Don Carlos+ endeavours to interpose._ +Don C.+ For heaven's sake, hold a moment! certainly There's some mistake lies hidden here, which (clear'd) Might hinder these extremes. [_+Don Henrique+ and his servants press +Don Antonio+ and +Don Octavio+. +Flora+ peeps out, and, seeing them fight, cries out_ Camilla! Porcia! _+Camilla+ and +Porcia+ looking out, both shriek, and then run out upon the stage._ _Enter +Porcia+ and +Camilla+ from the inner room._ +Por.+ Don Henrique! +Cam.+ Antonio! Carlos! +Por.+ Octavio! _+Cam.+ and +Por.+ together_. Hear us but speak! hear us but speak! +Don H.+ By heavens, 'tis Porcia! why, how came she here? +Don C.+ Why, did not I tell you she was brought hither By my directions? you would not believe me. +Don H.+ But how then could Octavio come hither? +Don C.+ Nay, that heaven knows, you heard as well as I Your man's relation. +Don H.+ Ah, thou vile woman, that I could destroy Thy memory with thy life! [_He offers to run at +Porcia+: +Don Antonio+ interposes._ +Don A.+ Hold, sir, that must not be! +Don H.+ What, may not I do justice upon her Neither? +Don A.+ No, sir: although I have not yet the honour To know who this lady is, I have this night Engag'd myself both to secure and serve her.