ther is in
Bed, and I'll venture to know their Business; bring her up.

_Fran._ 'Twere good you should retire, Sir.
[To _Silvio_, and Exit.

_Silv._ I will, but have a care of me, _Cleonte_,
I fear I shall grow mad, and so undo thee:
Love me-- but do not let me know't too much. [Goes out.

Enter _Francisca_ with Lights; follow'd by _Alonzo_, _Clarinda_,
and _Dormida_: _Alonzo_ gazes on _Cleonte_ a while.

_Cleo._ Is't me you would command?

_Clar._ I know not what to say, I am so disorder'd. [Aside.

_Alon._ What Troops of Beauties she has! sufficient to take whole Cities
in-- Madam, I beg--
[Takes _Clarinda_ by the Hand, and approaches _Cleonte_.

_Cleo._ What, Sir?

_Alon._ That you would receive into Protection--

_Cleo._ What pray, Sir?

_Alon._ Would you would give me leave to say, a Heart
That your fair Eyes have lately made unfit
For its old Quarters.

_Cleo._ I rather think you mean this Lady, Sir.
[_Alonzo_ looks with wonder on _Clarinda_.

_Alon._ She's heavenly fair too, and has surpriz'd my Heart,
Just as 'twas going to the other's Bosom,
And rob'd her at least of one half of it. [Aside.

_Clar._ Madam, I am a Virgin in distress,
And by misfortune forc'd to seek a Sanctuary,
And humbly beg it here.

_Cleo._ Intreaties were not made for that fair Mouth;
Command and be obey'd.
But, Sir, to whom do you belong?

_Alon._ I belong to a very fair Person,
But do not know her Name.

_Cleo._ But what are you, pray, Sir?

_Alon._ Madam, a Wanderer; a poor lost thing,
That none will own or pity.

_Cleo._ That's sad indeed; but whoe'er you are, since you belong to this
fair Maid, you'll find a Welcome every where.

_Alon._ And if I do not, I am cashier'd. [Aside.
Madam, if telling you I am her Brother,
Can make me more acceptable,
I shall be yet more proud of the Alliance.

_Cleo._ What must I call your Sister, Sir, when I would pay my Duty?

_Alon._ There I am routed again with another hard Question. [Aside.

_Clar._ Madam, my Name's _Clarinda_.

_Alon._ Madam, I'll take my leave, and wish the Heart I leave with you
to night, may persuade you to suffer my Visits to morrow, till when I
shall do nothing but languish.

_Cleo._ I know not what loss you have suffer'd to night; but since your
fair Sister's Presence with us allows it, you need not doubt a welcome.

_Alon._ I humbly thank you, Madam.

[Kisses her Hand, a