[Goes to her, they seem to talk earnestly, and sometimes pleasantly, pointing to Clarinda.
Mar. Enough, Clarinda: I’m too well convinc’d,
Would thou hadst still remain’d a Criminal.
Now how can I reward thy Faith and Love?
Clar. I know, Marcel, it is not in thy Power,
Thy faithless Story I’m acquainted with.
Mar. Do not reproach me with my Shame, Clarinda.
’Tis true, to gain thee to consent to my Desires,
I made an honourable Pretence of loving.
Pardon a Lover all the ways he takes