But how came you to know her?
Alon. Know her! ’slife, I question my Sense.
Pray, Lady, are you Flesh and Blood? [To Cleonte.
Cleo. Yes surely, Sir; for ’twere pity you should have bestow’d your Heart on a Shadow, and I well remember you gave it one of us last Night.
Alon. A Dream, a Dream! but are you indeed the same fair Person, and is this the same House too?
Cleo. I am afraid your Heart’s not worth the keeping, since you took no better notice where you dispos’d of it.
Alon. Faith, Madam, your wrong a poor Lover, who has languish’d in search of it all this live-long day.
Cleo. Brother, I beseech you, receive the innocent Clarinda, who, I fear, will have the greatest Cause of Complaint against you. [To Marcel. Gives him to Clarinda.
Alon. But pray, fair one, let you and I talk a little about that same Heart you put me in mind of just now. [To Cleonte, with whom he seems to talk.
Ped. Surely that’s my old Mistress, Dormida; twenty years has not made so great an Alteration in that ill-favour’d Face of hers, but I can find a Lover there.