ut save thy Honour,
And thy Life.

_Cleo._ I will obey you, Sir. [Goes into the Garden.

_Silv._ She's gone-- and now [Walks, and talks in stopping.] my hot
Fit abates-- she is my Sister-- that is, my Father's Daughter-- but--
what if his Wife deceiv'd him-- or perhaps-- (which is the likelier
thing) my Mother play'd the false one-- for 'twas her Trade to do so--
and I'm not Son to _Ambrosio_-- Oh, that she were in being to confess
this Truth, for sure 'tis Truth; then I might love, and might enjoy
_Cleonte_-- enjoy _Cleonte_! [In transport.] Oh that Thought! what
Fire it kindles in my Veins, and now my cold Fit's gone--
[Offers to go, but starts and returns.]
--No, let me pause a while--
For in this Ague of my Love and Fear,
Both the Extremes are mortal-- [Goes into the Garden.

Enter _Ambrosio_ and _Marcel_.

_Amb._ I'm reconcil'd to you, since your Brother _Silvio_ would have it
so.

_Mar._ My Blood flows to my Face, to hear him named.

_Amb._ Let there be no more Differences between you: But _Silvio_ has of
late been discontented, keeps home, and shuns the Conversation which
Youth delights in; goes not to Court as he was wont. Prithee, _Marcel_,
learn thou the cause of it.

_Mar._ I do believe I shall, my Lord-- too soon. [Aside.

_Amb._ I'm now going to my _Villa_, and shall not return till Night;
by the way I mean to visit your Wife, that was design'd to be, the rich
_Flavia_, and see if I can again reconcile her to you; for your Neglect
has been great, and her Anger is just.

_Mar._ I rather wish it should continue, Sir, for I have yet no
Inclinations to marry.

_Amb._ No more, I'll have it so, if I can.

_Mar._ I'm silent, Sir. [Ex. _Ambrosio_ and _Marcel_.

Enter as from out of the Garden, _Cleonte_, _Clarinda_, _Francisca_,
_Dormida_, from amongst the Trees, sadly; _Silvio_ who starts at
sight of them.

_Cleo._ I am satisfied you knew not of my Brother's being in the Garden.
[To _Franc._

_Silv._ _Clarinda_ with my Sister! and in our House! she's very
fair-- and yet how dull and blasted all her Beauties seems, when they
approach the fair _Cleonte's_-- I cannot shun a tedious Compliment; to
see the fair _Clarinda_ [Goes to _Clarinda_.] here, is a Happiness
beyond my Hope; I'm glad to see her kind to the Sister, who always
treated the Brother with so much Scorn and Rigour.

_Clar._ _Silvio_! sure I'm betray'd. [Aside.
[He talks to her