Mar. Sister, go you and prepare my Father to receive Hippolyta, whilst I go see them married.
[Exeunt Cleonte and Clarinda.
[Marcel passing over the Garden, sees Silvio enter in Passion, followed by Francisca.
Silv. Do not, Francisca—do not blow my Flame,
The Cure thou bring’st is much the greater Hell. [Offers to go, but stops.
Mar. Hah, Silvio! unseen I’ll hear the Business. [Goes aside.
Silv. I would fain shun thee, but this impious Weight
Of Love upon my Soul hinders my flight:
I’m fixt—like conscious Guilt it keeps me here,
And I am now insensible of Fear.