And why the Devil should I expect my Sister should
Have more Virtue than my self?
She’s the same flesh and blood: or why, because
She’s the weaker Vessel,
Should all the unreasonable burden of the Honour
Of our House, as they call it,
Be laid on her Shoulders, whilst we may commit
A thousand Villanies? but ’tis so—
Here, open the Door;
I’ll put her before me, however. She opens the Door, and brings out Cloris.