No, [I must still love on], and tell her so,
Or I must live no longer.
Franc. That methinks you might do even in the Presence of Marcel. A Brother is allow’d to love a Sister.
Silv. But I shall do’t in such a way, Francisca,
Be so transported, and so passionate,
I shall betray what he will ne’er indure.
And since our other Sister, loose Hippolyta, was lost,
He does so guard and watch the fair Cleonte—
Franc. Why, quarrel with him, Sir: you know you are so much dearer to my Lord your Father than he is, that should he perceive a Difference between ye, he would soon dismiss him the House; and ’twere but Reason, Sir, for I am sure Don Marcel loves you not.
Silv. That I excuse, since he the lawful Heir to all my Father’s Fortunes, sees it every Day ready to be sacrific’d to me, who can pretend no Title to’t, but the unaccountable Love my Father bears me.