And let no feeble Woman dwell about thee.

Hence Fears and Pity, such poor things as these

Cannot the Storms of my Revenge appease:

Those Showers must from his treacherous Heart proceed,

If I can live and see Antonio bleed. [Sighs, and Exit.

[ Scene III. A deep Grove.]

Enter Marcel alone.

Mar. The hour is almost come which I appointed,

And yet no Silvio appears, the time seems long to me;

But he that’s circled in his Mistress’ Arms,