[Kisses her.
That thou art Innocent, for if thou bee’st not,
What Woman in the World ought to be thought so?
But prethee be discreet, mannage thy Actions
With strictest Rules of Prudence, for if not,
Like to a Bow or’e-bent, I shall start back,
And break with passion on thee: wilt thou be careful?
Cæl. Oh! I am paid for all my sufferings,
This kindness does or’e-joy me, which, my Lord,
Let me for ever lose when any Act
Of mine, shall justly make a forfeit of it.
Enter Flora.
Flor. My Lord, here’s Don Gerardo come to see you.
Anto. Admit him in.
[Exit Flora.
Cæl.I will retire, my Lord.
Anto. You need not, Cælia.
[Enter Gerardo.