       +Porcia+, +Don Antonio+, and a little after +Diego+, and
        after them +Don Carlos+._

    +Diego.+ Sure, that's Antonio bringing up the rear?
    Sir, th' are but just before; my master bears her
                                        [_Looking back to +Don Carlos+._
    Most gallantly away: lose not sight of me.

    +Don C.+ This rogue takes me for one of his own crew;
    He will by his mistake help me to harbour 'em.            [_Exeunt._

          _+Camilla+ and +Flora+ appear in the balcony. Scene
                  changes to +Don Henrique's+ house._

    +Cam.+ Was there ever such a disaster, Flora?
    Sure, th' are all dead, so great's the silence.
    Porcia! Porcia! Nobody answers.

    +Flo.+ Madam, let us go down into the garden.

    +Cam.+ Excuse me; that were to involve myself
    In this unlucky scandal. 'Tis possible,
    Affrighted with the scuffle, she's return'd
    Into her quarter by the other door;
    Let's away thither.                  [_They go down upon the stage._

    +Flo.+ O madam! I see a light, and Don Henrique coming this way
    with his sword drawn; what shall we do?

    +Cam.+ Peace; let us hide ourselves behind the door
                                            [_They go behind the door._
    Till we discover his intentions.

    _Enter +Don Henrique+ and +Geraldo+ with a torch, and +Pedro+
        with a light: +Don Henrique+ and +Geraldo+, their swords
        drawn._

    +Ped.+ Sir, I have search'd all the rooms of the house,
    And cannot find her.

    +Don H.+ Base, infamous woman! maybe, she's fled
    To the quarter order'd for Antonio.

    +Ped.+ That door is lock'd, and's servant has the key.

    +Don H.+ Ah, this cursed vagabond! thus to rob         [_He stamps._
    A brother of the fruits of all his care,
    And cast this stain on th' honour of our house!
    But if ever I get the fugitive
    Within my reach, I'll sacrifice her blood
    To the offended spirits of my ancestors.

    +Flo.+ Madam, d' you hear?

    +Cam.+ Yes, and tremble