Amb. I’m now going to my Villa, and shall not return till Night; by the way I mean to visit your Wife, that was design’d to be, the rich Flavia, and see if I can again reconcile her to you; for your Neglect has been great, and her Anger is just.
Mar. I rather wish it should continue, Sir, for I have yet no Inclinations to marry.
Amb. No more, I’ll have it so, if I can.
Mar. I’m silent, Sir. [Ex. Ambrosio and Marcel.
Enter as from out of the Garden, Cleonte, Clarinda, Francisca, Dormida, from amongst the Trees, sadly; Silvio who starts at sight of them.
Cleo. I am satisfied [you knew not of my Brother’s] being in the Garden. [[To Franc.]
Silv. Clarinda with my Sister! and in our House! she’s very fair—and yet how dull and blasted all her Beauties seems, when they approach the fair Cleonte’s—I cannot shun a tedious Compliment; [to see the fair Clarinda [Goes to Clarinda.] here, is a Happiness beyond my Hope; I’m glad to see her kind to the Sister, who always treated the Brother with so much Scorn and Rigour.
Clar. Silvio! sure I’m betray’d. [Aside. [He talks to her.
Enter Marcel, and is amaz’d.
Mar. Hah! Silvio with Clarinda in our House! Oh, daring Villain! to make this place a Sanctuary To all thy Lusts and Treachery! Now I’m convinc’d, ’twas he that wounded me, And he that fled last Night with that false Woman. [Cleonte goes to Marcel.