A strange wild Monster is broke in upon thee;
A thing that was a Man, but now as mad
As raging Love can make him.
Fly me, or thou art lost for ever.
Cleo. Remember, Silvio, that you are my Brother,
And can you hurt your Sister? [Weeps.
Silv. Shouldst thou repeat those Ties a thousand times,
’Twill not redeem thee from the Fate that threatens thee.
Be gone, whilst so much Virtue does remain about me,
To wish thee out of Danger.