 here;
    And since that I am pleas'd, sir, 'tis enough,
    Without our troubling him with the account
    Of her sad story.

    +Don A.+ True, madam, as to her reception here;
    But yet 'twere very fit he knew it too,
    That we might serve ourselves of his advice
    And credit for this lady's service.

                        _Enter +Don Henrique+._

    +Don H.+ Though I did promise the corregidor
    Not to stir from his house till his return,
    Yet I could not obtain it of myself;                       [_Aside._
    I'm so impatient to unfold the riddle
    Of Don Antonio's seeing of my sister,
    And entertaining her in her own lodgings.
    I shall not now be long i' th' dark. O heavens!      [_He sees her._
    'Tis she herself, and Camilla with her.
    Were all my servants mad, or all agreed
    T' abuse me in affirming she was fled?
    But Don Carlos, was he mad too to swear
    That he had trac'd her to another house?
    Certainly I or they must be possess'd,
    Or some enchantment reigns within these walls.

    +Don A.+ O, here comes Don Henrique: now I'll acquaint him
    With your sad story, madam.

    +Cam.+ I fear we are undone.

    +Don A.+ Don Henrique!

    +Por.+ I'm dead if he proceed, but how to hinder him----

    +Don A.+ Here's a lady with your sister Porcia----

    +Don H.+ Yes, sir, I see who 'tis.

    +Don A.+ Since you know her, sir, you will the easier
    Excuse my boldness.

    +Don H.+ Boldness! in what, sir?

    +Don A.+ To have been th' occasion of your finding her
    Here with your sister at this time o' th' night.

    +Don H.+ Lord, sir, what do you mean?

    +Don A.+ There was in truth such a necessity in it,
    That 'twill, I hope, excuse my humble suit to you
    In her's and my behalf.

    +Por.+ Now all comes out.

    +Don H.+ I understand you, sir; she does desire
    To pass this night with Porcia, to assist her
    In th' ordering of her nuptial ceremonies.
    Let her stay, a' God's name.

    +Por.+ If he does not dissemble, my condition
  