Volume Iv Part 56 (2/2)
_Lor._ No, Sir, I am an honest Man, and married lawfully.
_Ant._ Who art thou?
_Lor._ Hast thou done?
_Isab._ Yes, but you must venture hard.
_Isab._ 'Tis _Lorenzo_, Sir.
_Lor._ A Pox on her, now am I asham'd to all eternity.
_Isab._ Sir, let me beg you'l take his Word and Oath to night, And to morrow I will satisfy you. [_Lor._ gets down by the Sheets.
_Ant._ Look you make this good, Or you shall both dearly pay for't.
_Lor._ I am alive, yes, yes, all's whole and sound, Which is a mercy, I can tell you; This is whoring now: may I turn _Franciscan_, If I could not find in my heart to do penance In Camphire Posset, this Month, for this.
--Well, I must to this Merchant of Love, And I would gladly be there before the Prince: For since I have mist here, I shall be amorous enough, And then I'll provide for _Frederick_; For 'tis but just, although he be my Master, That I in these Ragousts should be his Taster.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V. Antonio's House.
Enter _Ismena_ with a Veil.
_Ism._ _Alberto_ is not come yet, sure he loves me; But 'tis not Tears, and Knees, that can confirm me; No, I must be convinc'd by better Argument.
--Deceit, if ever thou a Guide wert made To amorous Hearts, a.s.sist a Love-sick Maid.
Enter _Alberto_.
_Alb._ Your pleasure, Madam?
--Oh that she would be brief, And send me quickly from her, For her Eyes will overthrow my purpose. [Aside.
_Ism._ _Alberto_, do you love me?
_Alb._ No.
_Ism._ No! have you deceiv'd me then?
_Alb._ Neither, _Clarina_; when I told you so, By Heaven, 'twas perfect Truth.
_Ism._ And what have I done since should Merit your Dis-esteem?
_Alb._ Nothing but what has rais'd it.
_Ism._ To raise your Esteem, then it seems, is To lessen your Love; or, as most Gallants are, You're but pleas'd with what you have not; And love a Mistress with great Pa.s.sion, till you find Your self belov'd again, and then you hate her.
_Alb._ You wrong my Soul extremely, 'Tis not of that ungrateful nature; To love me is to me a greater Charm Than that of Wit or Beauty.
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