Cleo. Sure, Silvio, this is but to try my Virtue. [Weeps still.
Silv. No, look on my Eyes, Cleonte, and thou shalt see them flame with a strange wicked Fire. [Looks wildly on her.
Yet do not look, thy Eyes increase it.
—Alas! [Turns away, and hides his Eyes.
And I shall still forget I am thy Brother:
Go, go, whilst I have power to take my Eyes away,
For if they turn again, it will be fatal.
Cleo. Pray hear me, Sir.
Silv. Oh, do not speak; thy Voice has Charms
As tempting as thy Face; but whilst thou art silent and unseen,
Perhaps my Madness may be moderate;