Mar. This cause, Sir, is so just, that when you hear it,
You’ll curse me, that I let him live thus long:
He loves my Sister, Sir; and that leud Woman
Repays his lustful Flame, and does this Evening
Invite him to her Bed—Oh, let me kill him. [Offers to go to him.
Amb. That he should love Cleonte I’ll allow,
And her returns too, whilst they are innocent.
Mar. But, Sir, he does not love her as a Sister.
Amb. If that be all his Crime, I still forgive him.
Silv. Yes, Sir, ’tis true, I do adore my Sister,