   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.

    +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+ addre