Enter _Lorenzo_ and _Page_. _Lor._ A Pox of all damn’d cowardly fear! Now did I think I had drunk Nature up to Resolution: I have heard of those that could have dar’d in their Drink; But I find, drunk or sober, ‘tis all one in me. _Alb._ The Traitor’s here, Whom I will kill whoe’er he be. _Lor._ Boy, go see for _Isabella_. _Pag._ I see a Man should not be a Coward and a Lover At once--_Isabella_, _Isabella_, she’s gone, Sir. [Calls. _Alb._ Yes, Villain, she’s gone, and in her room Is one that will chastise thy Boldness. _Lor._ That’s a proud word though, whoe’er thou be; But how I shall avoid it, is past my Understanding. _Alb._ Where art thou, Slave? [_Alberto_ gropes for him, he avoids him. _Pag._ Take heart, Sir, here’s company which I will Get to assist you-- Enter _Antonio_. Sir, as you are a Gentleman, assist a stranger set upon by Thieves. [They fight, _Antonio_ with _Alberto_, _Alberto_ falls, is wounded. _Lor._ and _Page_ run away the while. _Alb._ Whoe’er thou be’st that takes the Traitor’s part, Commend me to the wrong’d _Antonio_. _Ant._ _Alberto_! dear _Alberto_, is it thee? _Alb._ _Antonio!_ _Ant._ I am asham’d to say I am _Antonio_; Oh Gods, why would you suffer this mistake? _Alb._ I am not wounded much, My greatest pain is my concern for thee; Friend, thou art wrong’d, falsely and basely wrong’d; _Clarina_, whom you lov’d and fear’d, Has now betray’d thy Honour with her own. _Ant._ Without that sad addition to my Grief, I should not long have born the weight of Life, Having destroy’d thine by a dire mistake. _Alb._ Thou art deceiv’d. _Ant._ Alas, why was it not permitted me To lose my Friend, or Wife? had one surviv’d, I might have dy’d in silence for the other; Oh my _Alberto_! oh _Clarina_ too!-- [Weeps. _Alb._ Come, do not grieve for me, I shall be well, I yet find strength enough to get away; And then I’ll let thee know my Fate and thine. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. _Antonio’s_ House. Enter _Clarina_, _Ismena_, and _Isabella_ weeping. _Isab._ For Heaven sake, Madam, pardon me. _Clar._ Be dumb for ever, false and treacherous Woman, Was there no way but this to mask your Cheat? A Lye which has undone us all. _Isab._ Alas, ‘twas in the dark, how could I know him? Pray forgive it me, and try my future Service. _Clar._ I never will forgive thee, naughty Girl; _Alberto_ now incens’d will tell _Antonio_ all. _Isab._ What need you care, Madam? You are secure enough. _Clar._ Thou salv’st an Error with a greater still; Dost thou not know _Antonio’s_ Jealousy, Which yet is moderate, rais’d to a higher pitch, May ruin me, _Ismena_, and thy self? _Ism._ Sister, there cannot be much harm in this; ‘Tis an ill chance, ‘tis true, for by it we have lost The pleasure of an innocent Revenge Upon _Antonio_; but if understood, We have but miss’d that end.