ich never since was heard of.

_Cleo._ I guess the Grief the Parents must sustain.

_Dor._ It almost caus'd their Deaths; nor did kind Heaven
Supply them with another till long after,
Unhappy this was born:
Which just her Father liv'd to see, and dy'd. [Weeps.
Then she was Daughter, Son and Husband too,
To her afflicted Mother: But as I told you, Madam, I was then in my
Prime--

_Clar._ Now, Madam, judge what her Despair must be,
Who is depriv'd of all her Joys in me. [Weeps.

_Cleo._ _Francisca_, see who it is that knocks so hastily.
[One knocks.

_Franc._ Oh, Madam, 'tis Don _Marcel_ leading a wounded Man.

_Cleo._ Oh my Fears, 'tis _Silvio_!

_Franc._ 'Tis not Don _Silvio_.

Enter _Marcel_, leading _Hippolyta_ wounded, followed by _Alonzo_
and _Pedro_.

_Cleo._ Alas, what Youth is this you lead all bleeding?

_Mar._ One that deserves your Care; where's my Father?

_Cleo._ Not yet return'd.

_Mar._ 'Tis well; and you, Sir, I must confine till I know how to
satisfy my Honour, and that of my wrong'd Sister.
[To _Antonio_.

_Ant._ The holy Man will soon decide our Difference:
Pray send for one, and reconcile us all.

_Hip._ I fear, _Antonio_, still thou dost dissemble.

_Ant._ So let me find Forgiveness when I die,
If any fear of Death have wrought this change,
But a pure Sense of all my Wrongs to thee,
Knowing thy constant Love, and Virtue to me.

_Mar._ I will secure your fear-- _Francisca_, send for Father _Joseph_
to me, and conduct these Gentlemen to the Lodgings next the Garden.

[Exeunt _Francisca_, _Antonio_ and _Hippolyta_.

_Alon._ Prithee, _Marcel_, are thee and I awake, or do we dream? thou,
that thou art in thy Father's House; and I, that I see those two fair
Women there? Pray, lovely Fugitive, how came you hither?
[To _Clarinda_.

_Mar._ I thought thou wert mistaken;
'Twas _Silvio_ brought her hither, that false Man.
But how came you to know her?

_Alon._ Know her! 'slife, I question my Sense.
Pray, Lady, are you Flesh and Blood? [To _Cleonte_.

_Cleo._ Yes surely, Sir; for 'twere pity you should have bestow'd your
Heart on a Shadow, and I well remember you gave it one of us last Night.

_Alon._ A Dream, a Dream! but are you indeed the same fair Person, and
is this the same House too?

_Cleo._ I am afraid your Heart's not worth the keeping, since you took
no better notice where you dispos'd of it.

_Alon._ Faith, Mada