Silv. You need not fear me now, fair Maid, I’m disarm’d of all my dangerous Love.
Mar. It was by his contrivance that she came, [To Cleonte.] do not excuse him, but send her quickly from you, lest you become as infamous as she.—
Cleo. Oh, how I hate her now; I know my Brother Silvio loves her.
Mar. How every Gesture shows his Passion, whilst she seems pleas’d to hear him. I can endure no more—
Cleo. What will you do? [She goes to them.
Mar. Nothing, dear Sister,
But if I can be wise and angry too:
For ’tis not safe t’attack him in the Garden.
How now, Silvio—under the Name of Brother,
I see you dare too much. [Snatches away his Sister and Clarinda.