_Alb._ I do believe thee, but thou art not safe, Here, take this Poyniard, and revenge thy Wrongs, Wrongs which I dare not beg a Pardon for. [He gives her a Dagger. _Ism._ Why, Sir, what have you done? have you Deceiv’d me, and do you not indeed love me? _Alb._ Oh _Clarina!_ do not ask that Question, Too much of that has made me ruin thee; It made me jealous, drunk with Jealousy, And then I did unravel all my Secrets. _Ism._ What Secrets, Sir? you have then seen _Antonio_. _Alb._ Yes. _Ism._ Hah--Now, Wit, if e’er thou did’st possess A Woman, assist her at her need. [Aside. --Well, Sir, rise and tell me all. _Alb._ I will not rise till you have pardoned me, Or punished my Misfortune. _Ism._ Be what it will, I do forgive it thee. _Alb._ _Antonio_, Madam, knows my Happiness, For in my Rage I told him that you lov’d me; --What shall I do? _Ism._ I cannot blame you though it were unkind. _Alb._ This I could help, but I have promis’d him, That he shall be a witness of this Truth; What say you, Madam, do I not merit Death? Oh speak, and let me know my doom whate’er it be. _Ism._ Make good your Word. _Alb._ What mean you? _Ism._ What you have promised him, perform as you intended. _Alb._ What then? _Ism._ Then come as you design’d to visit me. _Alb._ But let me know what ‘tis you mean to do, That I may act accordingly. _Ism._ No. Answer me to every Question ask’d, And I perhaps may set all strait again; It is now late, and I must not be missing: But if you love me, be no more jealous of me, --Farewel. _Alb._ Must I be ignorant then of your Design? _Ism._ Yes, _Alberto_; And you shall see what Love will make a Woman do. [He leads her out. _Alb._ Now am I caught again, inconstant Nature. --Would she had less of Beauty or of Wit, Or that _Antonio_ did but less deserve her; Or that she were not married, Or I’ad less Virtue, for ‘tis that which awes me. That tender sense of nothing, And makes the other Reasons seem as Bugbears. --I love _Clarina_ more than he can do. And yet this Virtue doth oppose that Love, Tells me there lurks a Treason there Against _Antonio’s_ and _Clarina’s_ Virtue. --’Tis but too true indeed, and I’m not safe, Whilst I conceal the Criminal within: I must reveal it, for whilst I hide the Traitor, I seem to love the Treason too; I will resign it then, since ‘tis less blame To perish by my Pain, than live with Shame. [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. A Room in _Salvator’s_ House. Enter _Frederick_ and _Laura_. _Fred._ _Laura_, consider well my Quality, And be not angry with your Father’s Confidence, Who left us here alone. _Lau._ He will repent that Freedom when he knows What use you’ve made on’t, Sir.