And that Cleonte has the greatest share)
Should not I be allowed to worship her?
The empty Words of Nature and of Blood,
Are such as Lovers never understood.
Prudence in love ’twere Nonsense to approve,
And he loves most that gives a Loose to Love.
Cleo. Silvio here!
Silv. Hah—yonder she’s! [Sees her.
And now my Passion knows no Bounds, nor Laws.
Cleonte, come, come satisfy my Flame. [Runs to her, and takes her passionately by the hand.