Mar. I will secure your fear—_Francisca_, send for Father _Joseph_ to me, and conduct these Gentlemen to the Lodgings next the Garden. [Exeunt _Francisca_, _Antonio_ and _Hippolyta_. Alon. Prithee, _Marcel_, are thee and I awake, or do we dream? thou, that thou art in thy Father’s House; and I, that I see those two fair Women there? Pray, lovely Fugitive, how came you hither? [To _Clarinda_. Mar. I thought thou wert mistaken; ’Twas _Silvio_ brought her hither, that false Man. But how came you to know her? Alon. Know her! ’slife, I question my Sense. Pray, Lady, are you Flesh and Blood? [To _Cleonte_. Cleo. Yes surely, Sir; for ’twere pity you should have bestow’d your Heart on a Shadow, and I well remember you gave it one of us last Night. 311 Alon. A Dream, a Dream! but are you indeed the same fair Person, and is this the same House too? Cleo. I am afraid your Heart’s not worth the keeping, since you took no better notice where you dispos’d of it. Alon. Faith, Madam, your wrong a poor Lover, who has languish’d in search of it all this live-long day. Cleo. Brother, I beseech you, receive the innocent _Clarinda_, who, I fear, will have the greatest Cause of Complaint against you. [To _Marcel._ Gives him to _Clarinda_. Alon. But pray, fair one, let you and I talk a little about that same Heart you put me in mind of just now. [To _Cleonte_, with whom he seems to talk. Ped. Surely that’s my old Mistress, _Dormida_; twenty years has not made so great an Alteration in that ill-favour’d Face of hers, but I can find a Lover there. [Goes to her, they seem to talk earnestly, and sometimes pleasantly, pointing to _Clarinda_. Mar. Enough, _Clarinda_: I’m too well convinc’d, Would thou hadst still remain’d a Criminal. Now how can I reward thy Faith and Love? Clar. I know, _Marcel_, it is not in thy Power, Thy faithless Story I’m acquainted with. Mar. Do not reproach me with my Shame, _Clarinda_. ’Tis true, to gain thee to consent to my Desires, I made an honourable Pretence of loving. Pardon a Lover all the ways he takes To gain a Mistress so belov’d and fair. But I have since repented of that Sin, And came last Night for thy Forgiveness too. Ped. This is News indeed; ’tis fit I keep this Secret no longer from my Master. Don _Manuel_ being dead, my Vow’s expir’d. [Aside.] [_Pedro_ goes to _Alonzo_. Clar. And do you mean no more to love me then? Mar. In spite of me, above my Sense or Being. Clar. And yet you’ll marry _Flavia_. Mar. Against my Will I must, or lose a Father. 312 Clar. Then I must die, _Marcel_. Mar. Do not unman my Soul, it is too weak To bear the Weight of fair _Clarinda’s_ Tears. [Weeps. Alon. Why was this Secret kept from me so long? Ped. I was oblig’d by Vow, Sir, to Don _Alonzo_, my dead Master, not to restore you till Don _Manuel’s_ Death; believing it a Happiness too great for his Rival, for so he was upon your Mother’s score. Alon. Have I a Mother living?