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Scena Quarta.

Cla.
I fear your Rhetorick prevails but little
To perswade his lover, since he avoids my presence.

Con.
'Tis altogether hopeless, he's so constant
To that curs'd vow, there's no removing him.

Cla.
We must find some evasion, some reservation.

Con.
But where my Clara? you still cherish hope.
Though you have nought in Prospect but despair.

Cla.
That's the last passion love shou'd entertain.
Weigh but discreetly this perplexive vow,
And the evasion won't seem difficult.
It was if I remember it but rightly,
Never to speak of love to Woman more.

Con.
It was, what shadow of hope can you derive from thence?

Cla.
A certain joy, if nothing else obstruct my happiness.

Con.
Find an evasion for that curst resolve,
And I'le assure your marriage.

Cla.
Why let him keep his Vow religiously,
And never speak of love to me, or any,
I'le understand his signs, if he'll consent
The Priest shall make us one. Besides Constantia
He may write his love, that's not within his Oath.

Con.
How dull was I, not to discern it sooner!
'Tis evident, plain as the light that shines,
I'le straight convince him of it.

[Exit.
As Clara follows, Amante Enters, takes her by the hand and stops her.