+Cam.+ My melancholy could hardly hinder me From laughing at the formal fool's mistake. But, tell me, did not I present your person With rare assurance? The way for both to thrive Is to make me your representative.
+Por.+ Most willingly; and I am confident, When you your charms shall to his heart apply, You all your rivals safely may defy.
+Cam.+ I wish I could be vain enough to hope it. But, cousin, my despairs are so extreme, I can't be flatter'd, though but in a dream.
+Flo.+ Madam, do we go, or what do you resolve on?
+Por.+ I must resolve, but know not what to choose.
+Cam.+ Cousin, take heed, I am afraid you venture Too much: your brother cannot tarry long, And if at his return he finds you missing----
+Por.+ Y' have reason; th' opportunity is lost. What is't o'clock, Flora?
+Flo.+ I think, near seven, for the clock struck six Just as Camilla enter'd the chamber.
+Por.+ Quick then, Flora, fetch your veil; you shall carry My tablets to Octavio; there he'll find The hour and place where I would have him meet. [_Exit +Flora+._
+Cam.+ 'Tis well resolv'd; but where do you design Your meeting.
+Por.+ In the remotest part of all the garden, Which answers, as you know, to my apartment; And Flora has the key of the back-door.
+Cam.+ As the case stands, you choose the fittest place. [_+Flora+ returns veiled._
+Por.+ Cousin, I beg your patience whilst I write. [_+Porcia+ writes in her tablets._
+Cam.+ You, Mistress Flora, by this accident May chance to see your faithful lover Diego.
+Flo.+ He is a faithful lover of himself--[53] Without a rival, madam.
+Cam.+ Damsel, your words and thoughts hardly agree; For could we see his image in your heart, 'Twould be a fairer far than e'er his glass Reflected.
+Flo.+ Madam, I am not yet so very old, That I should doat.
+Cam.+ Nor yet so very young but you may love: Dotage and love are cousin-germans, Flora.
+Flo.+ Yes, when we love and are not lov'd again; [_Smiling._ For else I think they're not so near akin.
+Cam.+ I have touch'd a nettle, and stung myself. [_Aside._
+Por.+ Make all the haste you can, pray, Flora.
+Flo.+ Madam, I'll fly. Should I not play my part, I were to blame, Since all my fortune's betted on her game. [_Aside._ Madam, has Octavio the other key Belonging to the tablets?