+Por.+ O, how I love and envy thee at once! [_+Porcia+ starts to her, and kisses her._ Go on, brave maid.
+Cam.+ Immediately the drums and trumpets sound, Pistols go off, and a great cry, _To arms, To arms!_ The lustful satyr flies. I stand, Fix'd with amazement to the marble floor, Holding my guardian dagger up aloft, As if the ravisher had threaten'd still.
+Por.+ I fancy thee, Camilla, in that brave posture, Like a noble statue which I remember To have seen of the enraged Juno, When she had robb'd Jove of his thunderbolt.
+Cam.+ Freed from this fright, my spirits flow'd so fast To the forsaken channels of my heart, That they, who by their orderly access Would have supported life, by throngs oppress: O'ercharg'd with joy, I fell into a swoon, And that, which happen'd during this interval,[46] Is not within the circle of my knowledge.
+Por.+ Y' have rais'd me to a mighty expectation: Will the adventure answer it, Camilla?
+Cam.+ At my return to life, op'ning my eyes, Think, dearest Porcia, how I was astonish'd To find there, kneeling by my side, a man Of a most noble form, who bowing to me: Madam (says he) y' are welcome to the world: Pardon, I pray, the boldness of a stranger, Who humbly sues t' you to continue in it: Or, if you needs will leave us, stay at least Until I have reveng'd your wrongs, and then I'll wait upon you to the other world; For, you withdrawn, this will a desert seem, And life a torment.
+Por.+ High gallantry, cousin, for the first address!
+Cam.+ 'Twas so surprising, that my confusion Check'd my reply; but I suppose my looks Did speak the grateful language of my heart; For I perceiv'd an air of joy enlighten His manly face; but, O, how soon 'twas clouded By fresh alarms! we heard the soldiers cry, Where's Antonio? the enemy is rallied, And coming on to give a second charge! He started up, and with a mien that mark'd The conflict 'twixt his honour and his love, Madam (says he) the soul was never yet With such convulsion from the body torn, As I from you; but it must ne'er be said That Don Antonio de Mendoza Follows those in dangers whom he ought to lead. Thus the vanquish'd conqueror disappear'd, Leaving that image stamp'd upon my heart To which I all the joys must sacrifice Of the poor remnant of my wretched life; If properly to live I may be said, When all my hopes of seeing him are dead. [_She puts her handkerchief to her eyes._