Guil. And then as I was saying, Sir,
[She leapt into the River], and swam up the Stream. Cur. weeps.
Piet. And why up the Stream, Friend?
Guil. Because she was a Woman—and that’s all. Ex. Guil.
Cur. Farewel, and thank thee.
—Poor Cloris dead, and banish’d too from Laura!
Was ever wretched Lover’s Fate like mine!
—And he who injures me, has power to do so;
—But why, where lies this Power about this Man?
Is it his Charms of Beauty, or of Wit?