Fran. Yes, when your more pleasant Affair is dispatch’d, I will— [Aside.
[Exit Francisca.
Cleo. Can this be Love I feel?
This strange unusual something in my Soul,
That pleads so movingly for Silvio there;
And makes me wish him not allied to me?
[A noise of rural Musick is heard within the Trees, as Pipes, Flutes, and Voices.
Hah! what pleasant Noise is this? sure ’tis i’ the Air— Bless me, what strange things be these!
Enter Swains playing upon Pipes, after them four Shepherds with Garlands and Flowers, and four Nymphs dancing an amorous Dance to that Musick; wherein the Shepherds make Love to the Nymphs, and put the Garlands on their Heads, and go out; the Nymphs come and lay them at Cleonte’s Feet, and sing.
1 Nymph. Here at your Feet, we tribute pay,