since I love Beauty every where,
And that _Cleonte_ has the greatest share)
Should not I be allowed to worship her?
The empty Words of Nature and of Blood,
Are such as Lovers never understood.
Prudence in love 'twere Nonsense to approve,
And he loves most that gives a Loose to Love.

_Cleo._ _Silvio_ here!

_Silv._ Hah-- yonder she's! [Sees her.
And now my Passion knows no Bounds, nor Laws.
_Cleonte_, come, come satisfy my Flame.
[Runs to her, and takes her passionately by the hand.
These private Shades are ours, no jealous Eye
Can interrupt our Heaven of Joy.

_Cleo._ What mean you? do you know I am your Sister?

_Silv._ Oh that accursed Name!-- why should it check me? [He pauses.
Wouldst thou had rather been some mis-begotten Monster,
That might have startled Nature at thy Birth:
Or if the Powers above would have thee fair,
Why wert thou born my Sister?
Oh, if thou shouldst preserve thy Soul, and mine,
Fly from this Place and me; make haste away,
A strange wild Monster is broke in upon thee;
A thing that was a Man, but now as mad
As raging Love can make him.
Fly me, or thou art lost for ever.

_Cleo._ Remember, _Silvio_, that you are my Brother,
And can you hurt your Sister? [Weeps.

_Silv._ Shouldst thou repeat those Ties a thousand times,
'Twill not redeem thee from the Fate that threatens thee.
Be gone, whilst so much Virtue does remain about me,
To wish thee out of Danger.

_Cleo._ Sure, _Silvio_, this is but to try my Virtue.
[Weeps still.

_Silv._ No, look on my Eyes, _Cleonte_, and thou shalt see them flame
with a strange wicked Fire.
[Looks wildly on her.
Yet do not look, thy Eyes increase it.
--Alas! [Turns away, and hides his Eyes.
And I shall still forget I am thy Brother:
Go, go, whilst I have power to take my Eyes away,
For if they turn again, it will be fatal.

_Cleo._ Pray hear me, Sir.

_Silv._ Oh, do not speak; thy Voice has Charms
As tempting as thy Face; but whilst thou art silent and unseen,
Perhaps my Madness may be moderate;
For as it is, the best Effects of it
Will prompt me on to kill thee.

_Cleo._ To kill me!

_Silv._ Yes; for shouldst thou live, adorn'd with so much Beauty,
So much my Passion is above my Reason,
In some such fit as does possess me now
I should commit a Rape, a Rape upon thee:
Therefore be gone, and do not tempt Despair,
That merciless rude thing, b