Leonela and Lothario stood amazed and astounded at the catastrophe, and

seeing Camilla stretched on the ground and bathed in her blood they were

still uncertain as to the true nature of the act. Lothario, terrified and

breathless, ran in haste to pluck out the dagger; but when he saw how

slight the wound was he was relieved of his fears and once more admired

the subtlety, coolness, and ready wit of the fair Camilla; and the better

to support the part he had to play he began to utter profuse and doleful

lamentations over her body as if she were dead, invoking maledictions not

only on himself but also on him who had been the means of placing him in

such a position: and knowing that his friend Anselmo heard him he spoke

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in such a way as to make a listener feel much more pity for him than for

Camilla, even though he supposed her dead. Leonela took her up in her

arms and laid her on the bed, entreating Lothario to go in quest of some

one to attend to her wound in secret, and at the same time asking his

advice and opinion as to what they should say to Anselmo about his lady's

wound if he should chance to return before it was healed. He replied they

might say what they liked, for he was not in a state to give advice that

would be of any use; all he could tell her was to try and stanch the

blood, as he was going where he should never more be seen; and with every

appearance of deep grief and sorrow he left the house; but when he found

himself alone, and where there was nobody to see him, he crossed himself

unceasingly, lost in wonder at the adroitness of Camilla and the

consistent acting of Leonela. He reflected how convinced Anselmo would be

that he had a second Portia for a wife, and he looked forward anxiously

to meeting him in order to rejoice together over falsehood and truth the

most craftily veiled that could be imagined.

Leonela, as he told her, stanched her lady's blood, which was no more

than sufficed to support her deception; and washing the wound with a

little wine she bound it up to the best of her skill, talking all the

time she was tending her in a strain that, even if nothing else had been

said before, would have been enough to assure Anselmo that he had in

Camilla a model of purity. To Leonela's words Camilla added her own,

calling herself cowardly and wanting in spirit, since she had not enough

at the time she had most need of it to rid herself of the life she so

much loathed. She asked her attendant's advice as to whether or not she

ought to inform her beloved husband of all that had happened, but the

other bade her say nothing about it, as she would lay upon him the

obligation of taking vengeance on Lothario, which he could not do but at

great risk to himself; and it was the duty of a true wife not to give her

husband provocation to quarrel, but, on the contrary, to remove it as far

as possible from him.




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