Enter Cleonte, Clarinda weeping, and Dormida and Francisca.
Cleo. Fear not, I’ll use my Interest both with your
Mother and my Father, to set your Heart at rest,
Whose Pain I feel by something in my own.
Clar. The Gods reward your Bounty, fair Cleonte.
Dor. I, I, Madam, I beseech you make our Peace with my good Lady her Mother, whatsoever becomes of the rest, for she’ll e’en die with Grief— [Weeps.
She had but two fair Pledges of her Nuptial Bed.
And both by cruel Fate are ravisht from her.
Manuel a Child was lost,