_Clar._ Oh _Ismena!_ This Jealousy is an unapprehensive madness, A non-sense which does still abandon Reason. _Isab._ Madam, early in the Morning I’ll to _Alberto’s_ Lodgings, and tell him the mistake. _Clar._ ‘Twill be too late. _Ism._ Sister, what think you if I go myself? _Clar._ You should not be so daring; Besides, I blush to think what strange opinion He’ll entertain of me the while. _Ism._ Do not let that afflict you. Fetch my Veil, and if _Antonio_ chance to ask for me, Tell him I’m gone to _Laura_. [Ex. _Isab._ Believe me, I will set all strait again. Enter _Isabella_ with the Veil. _Clar._ Thou hast more Courage, Girl, than I. _Ism._ What need is there of much of that, To encounter a gay young Lover, Where I am sure there cannot be much danger? _Clar._ Well, take your chance, I wish you luck, Sir, For I am e’en as much bent upon Revenge, As thou art upon Marriage. _Ism._ Come, my Veil, this and the Night Will enough secure me. [Puts on the Veil and goes out. [Ex. _Clar._ and _Isab._ SCENE V. A Chamber in _Alberto’s_ House. Discovers _Alberto_ and _Antonio_. _Alb._ Nay, thou shalt see’t before thou dost revenge it; In such a case, thy self should be the Witness, She knows not what has past to night between us, Nor should she, if thou couldst contain thy Rage; And that, _Antonio_, you shall promise me: To morrow place thy self behind the Arras, And from thy Eyes thy own Misfortunes know. --What will not disobliged Passion do? [Aside. _Ant._ I’ll hide my Anger in a seeming calm, And what I have to do consult the while, And mask my Vengeance underneath a Smile. [Ex. _Ant._ Enter _Page_. _Pag._ My Lord, there is without a Lady Desires to speak with you. _Alb._ Who is’t? _Pag._ I know not, Sir, she’s veiled. [Exit _Page_. Enter _Ismena_ weeping. _Alb._ Conduct her in. _Ism._ Oh _Alberto_, _Isabella_ has undone us all! _Alb._ She weeps, and looks as innocent! --What mean you, false dissembling _Clarina_? What, have you borrow’d from Deceit new Charms, And think’st to fool me to a new belief? _Ism._ How, Sir, can you too be unkind? Nay then ‘tis time to die; alas, there wanted but your credit To this mistake, to make me truly miserable. _Alb._ What Credit? What Mistake? oh, undeceive me, For I have done thee Injuries past Forgiveness, If thou be’st truly innocent. _Ism._ If _Isabella_, under pretence of courting me For _Lorenzo_, whom she designs to Make a Husband, Has given him freedoms will undo my Honour, If not prevented soon. _Alb._ May I credit this, and that it was not by thy Command she did it? _Ism._ Be witness, Heaven, my Innocence in this, Which if you will believe, I’m safe again.