So ill exprest my Soul? or has your Innocence
Not suffer’d you to understand my Sighs?
Have then a thousand Tales, which I have told you,
Of Broken Hearts, and Lovers Languishments,
Not serv’d to tell you, that I did adore you?
Cleo. Oh let me still remain in Innocence,
Rather than sin so much to understand you.
Fran. I can endure no more— [Goes out.
Silv. Can you believe it Sin to love a Brother? it is not so in Nature.
Cleo. Not as a Brother, Sir; but otherwise,