Silv. Should all thy other Sins be unrepented,
The Piety of this Confession saves thee.
Pardon, Cleonte, my rude Thoughts of thee, [Kneels, she takes him up.
I had design’d to have kill’d thee—
Had not this Knowledge of thy Innocence
Arriv’d before I’d seen thee next.
And, Sir, your Pardon too I humbly beg, [To Ambrosio.
With license to depart; I cannot live
Where I must only see my beauteous Sister;
That Torment is too great to be supported,