s her sure. [Aside.

_Cleo._ Sit down and let me see't.
[He sits down, she puts her Hand into his Bosom.

_Fran._ Oh foolish Innocence-- [Aside.

_Cleo._ You have deceiv'd me, Brother, here's no Wound.

_Silv._ Oh take away your Hand--
It does increase my Pain, and wounds me deeper.

_Cleo._ No, surely, Sir, my Hand is very gentle.

_Silv._ Therefore it hurts me, Sister; the very thoughts
Of Touches by so soft and fair a Hand,
Playing about my Heart, are not to be indur'd with Life.
[Rises in passion.

_Cleo._ Alas, what means my Brother?

_Silv._ Can you not guess, fair Sister? have my Eyes
So ill exprest my Soul? or has your Innocence
Not suffer'd you to understand my Sighs?
Have then a thousand Tales, which I have told you,
Of Broken Hearts, and Lovers Languishments,
Not serv'd to tell you, that I did adore you?

_Cleo._ Oh let me still remain in Innocence,
Rather than sin so much to understand you.

_Fran._ I can endure no more-- [Goes out.

_Silv._ Can you believe it Sin to love a Brother? it is not so in
Nature.

_Cleo._ Not as a Brother, Sir; but otherwise,
It is, by all the Laws of Men and Heaven.

_Silv._ Sister, so 'tis that we should do no Murder,
And yet you daily kill, and I, among the number
Of your Victims, must charge you with the sin
Of killing me, a Lover, and a Brother.

_Cleo._ What wou'd you have me do?

_Silv._ Why-- I would have thee-- do-- I know not what--
Still to be with me-- yet that will not satisfy;
To let me look-- upon thee-- still that's not enough.
I dare not say to kiss thee, and imbrace thee;
That were to make me wish-- I dare not tell thee what--

_Cleo._ I must not hear this Language from a Brother.
[She offers to go.

_Silv._ What a vile thing's a Brother?
Stay, take this Dagger, and add one Wound more
[He kneels and offers her a Dagger, and holds her by the Coat.
To those your Eyes have given, and after that
You'll find no trouble from my Sighs and Tears.

Enter _Francisca_.

_Fran._ By this she understands him, curse on her Innocence, 'Tis fuel
to his flame-- [Aside.] Madam, there is below a Lady, who desires to
speak with the Mistress of the House.

_Cleo._ At this hour a Lady! who can it be?

_Fran._ I know not, but she seems of Quality.

_Cleo._ Is she alone?

_Fran._ Attended by a Gentleman and an old Woman.

_Cleo._ Perhaps some one that needs a kind Assistance; my Fa