Cleo. Is she alone?
Fran. Attended by a Gentleman and an old Woman.
Cleo. Perhaps some one that needs a kind Assistance; my Father is in Bed, and I’ll venture to know their Business; bring her up.
Fran. ’Twere good you should retire, Sir. [To Silvio, and Exit.
Silv. I will, but have a care of me, Cleonte,
I fear I shall grow mad, and so undo thee:
Love me—but do not let me know’t too much. [Goes out.
Enter Francisca with Lights; follow’d by Alonzo, Clarinda, and Dormida: Alonzo gazes on Cleonte a while.
Cleo. Is’t me you would command?
Clar. I know not what to say, I am so disorder’d. [Aside.