Franc. Can you dissemble, Sir?
Silv. The worst of any Man, but would endeavour it, If it could any ways advance my Love.
Franc. Which I must find some way to ruin. [Aside.
Then court his Mistress.
Silv. The rich Flavia?
Franc. That would not incense him, for her he is to marry; But ’tis the fair Clarinda has his Heart.
Silv. To act a feigned Love, and hide a real one,
Is what I have already try’d in vain.
Even fair Clarinda I have courted too,
In hope that way to banish from my Soul