Franc. Oh, Madam, ’tis Don Marcel leading a wounded Man.
Cleo. [Oh my Fears], ’tis Silvio!
Franc. ’Tis not Don Silvio.
Enter Marcel, leading Hippolyta wounded, followed by Alonzo and Pedro.
Cleo. Alas, what Youth is this you lead all bleeding?
Mar. One that deserves your Care; where’s my Father?
Cleo. Not yet return’d.
Mar. ’Tis well; and you, Sir, I must confine till I know how to satisfy my Honour, and that of my wrong’d Sister. [To Antonio.
Ant. The holy Man will soon decide our Difference:
Pray send for one, and reconcile us all.