Volume I Part 96 (1/2)

_Hip._ I fear, _Antonio_, still thou dost dissemble.

_Ant._ So let me find Forgiveness when I die, If any fear of Death have wrought this change, But a pure Sense of all my Wrongs to thee, Knowing thy constant Love, and Virtue to me.

_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.

_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.