Alon. Madam, a Wanderer; a poor lost thing,
That none will own or pity.
Cleo. That’s sad indeed; but whoe’er you are, since you belong to this fair Maid, you’ll find a Welcome every where.
Alon. And if I do not, I am cashier’d. [Aside.
Madam, if telling you I am her Brother,
Can make me more acceptable,
I shall be yet more proud of the Alliance.
Cleo. What must I call your Sister, Sir, when I would pay my Duty?
Alon. There I am routed again with another hard Question. [Aside.
Clar. Madam, my Name’s Clarinda.