That were to make me wish—I dare not tell thee what—
Cleo. I must not hear this Language from a Brother. [She offers to go.
Silv. What a vile thing’s a Brother?
Stay, take this Dagger, and add one Wound more [He kneels and [offers her a Dagger], and holds her by the Coat.
To those your Eyes have given, and after that
You’ll find no trouble from my Sighs and Tears.
Enter Francisca.
Fran. By this she understands him, curse on her Innocence, ’Tis fuel to his flame— [Aside.] Madam, there is below a Lady, who desires to speak with the Mistress of the House.
Cleo. At this hour a Lady! who can it be?
Fran. I know not, but she seems of Quality.