And set us free; he shall not see thee,
And I’ll persuade him. As she puts Cloris into her Closet, enter Lorenzo with a Letter.
Lor. Hah, locking her Closet! now, were I a right
Italian, should I grow jealous, and enrag’d at
I know not what: hah, Sister!
What are you doing here?
Open your Cabinet, and let me see’t.
Lau. Sir, ’tis in disorder, and not worth your seeing now.
Lor. ’Tis so, I care not for that, I’ll see’t.
Lau. Pray do not, Brother.