Silv. She’s gone—and now [Walks, and talks in stopping.] my hot Fit abates—she is my Sister—that is, my Father’s 283 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._ 284 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. Enter _Marcel_, and is amaz’d. Mar. Hah! _Silvio_ with _Clarinda_ in our House! Oh, daring Villain! to make this place a Sanctuary To all thy Lusts and Treachery! Now I’m convinc’d, ’twas he that wounded me, And he that fled last Night with that false Woman. [_Cleonte_ goes to _Marcel._ Silv. You need not fear me now, fair Maid, I’m disarm’d of all my dangerous Love. Mar. It was by his contrivance that she came, [To _Cleonte_.] do not excuse him, but send her quickly from you, lest you become as infamous as she.— Cleo. Oh, how I hate her now; I know my Brother _Silvio_ loves her. Mar. How every Gesture shows his Passion, whilst she seems pleas’d to hear him. I can endure no more— Cleo. What will you do? [She goes to them.