’Twas easy to prevail.
He did but kiss, and clasp me round,
Whilst they his thoughts exprest,
And laid me gently on the Ground;
Oh! —who can guess the rest?
After the Song, enter Silvio all undrest, gazing wildly on Cleonte; his Arm ty’d up.
Cleo. My Brother Silvio, at this late hour, and in my Lodgings too! How do you, Sir? are you not well?
Silv. Oh, why did Nature give me being?
Or why create me Brother to Cleonte? [Aside.
Or give her Charms, and me the sense to adore ’em?