And this; not holy Relicks were more strictly guarded,
Till false Marcel betray’d me to debauch her. [Weeps aloud.
Cleo. Alas, had you a Brother once? [To Clarinda.
Clar. Madam, I might have had: but he was lost e’er I was born.
Cleo. Ah! would my Silvio had been so. [Aside.
By what strange Accident, Clarinda?
Dor. Madam, I can inform you best. [Puts herself between.
Cleo. Do then, Dormida.
Dor. Madam, you must know, my Lady Octavia, for that’s her name, was in her Youth the very Flower of Beauty and Vertue: Oh such a Face and Shape! had you but seen her—And tho I say it, Madam, I thought my self too somebody then.
Clar. Thou art tedious: Madam, ’tis true my Mother had the Reputation of both those Attractions, which gain’d her many Lovers: amongst the rest, Don Manuel, and Don Alonzo, were most worthy her Esteem.