Enter Silvio and Francisca.
Silv. Well, dear Francisca, will Cleonte come, And all alone into the Garden?
Fran. My Lord, she will; I have at last prevail’d, to what intent she knows not; this is an Hour wherein you’ll scarce be interrupted: The amorous Entertainment you have prepar’d for her, will advance your Design; such Objects heighten the Desire. Is all ready on your part?
Silv. It is, and I am prepared for all the Resistance she can make, and am resolv’d to satisfy my insupportable Flame, since there’s no other hope left me.
Fran. She’s coming, Sir, retire. [Exit Silvio into the Garden.
Oh, how he kills me! Well, at least this pleasure I have whilst I am dying, that when he possesses the fair Cleonte, he for ever ruins his Interest in her Heart, and must find nothing but her mortal Hate and Scorn.
Enter Cleonte.
Cleo. Francisca, why art thou so earnest for my coming into the Garden so early?
Fran. Because, Madam, here without Interruption you may learn what the Lady Clarinda has to tell you.
Cleo. Is that all? go wait upon her hither then.