To Pleasures that admit of no delay. [Lead her out.
[ The Scene changes] to a fine Arbour, they leave her and vanish.
Cleo. I am all Wonder.
Enter Silvio in rapture, not yet seeing Cleonte.
Silv. I’m all on Fire, till I enjoy my Sister;
Not all the Laws of Birth and Nature
Can hinder me from loving—Nor is’t just:
Why should the charm of fair Cleonte’s Eyes,
Me less than Aliens to her Blood surprize?
And why (since I love Beauty every where,