wever, let us go through my brother's quarter,
    And open the back-door into the street;
    'Tis good in all events t' have a retreat
    More ways than one.      [_A door claps behind, and both look back._

    +Por.+ O heavens, our passage is cut off!
    The wind has shut the door through which we came.

    +Cam.+ The accident's unlucky: 'tis a spring lock,
    That opens only on the other side.

    +Por.+ Let's on the faster, and make sure of th' other--
                                        [_Seeing +Octavio+, she starts._
    Octavio here!                  [_+Octavio+ hearing them, starts up._

    +Don O.+ Porcia in this place! may I trust my senses,
    Or does my fancy form these chimeras?

    +Diego.+ Either we sleep, and dream extravagantly,
    Or else the fairies govern in this house.
                                            [_+Flora+ runs to +Porcia+._

    +Flo.+ Ah, dearest mistress! you shall never make me
    Quit you so again.

    +Por.+ But can that be Octavio?

    +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