Lo. Well, go your ways; if Marriage do not tame you, you are past all Hopes: but pray, Sir, let me see you at my Lodgings, the Golden Fleece here at the Gate.
Alon. I’ll attend thee here, and tell thee my Adventure: Farewel. [Exit Lovis.] Pedro, go you and inquire for the House of Don Ambrosio, and tell him I will wait on him in the Evening, by that time I shall get my self in Order.
[Ex. Alonzo and Olinda; Pedro the other way.
[ Scene II. Ambrosio’s House.]
Enter Silvio, melancholy.
Silv. I must remove Marcel, for [his nice Honour]
Will ne’er permit that I should court my Sister;
My Passion will admit of no Restraint,
’Tis grown so violent; and fair Cleonte’s Charms
Each Day increase to such a killing Number,