_Ism._ So we have heard enough.
[Ex. _Clar._ and _Ism._
_Ant._ Oh, were _Clarina_ chaste, as on my Soul I cannot doubt, more than that I believe All Womankind may be seduc"d from Virtue; I were the Man of all the World most bless"d In such a Wife, and such a Friend as thou.
_Alb._ But what if I prevail, _Antonio_?
_Ant._ Then I"ll renounce my faith in Womankind, And place my satisfaction in thy Amity.
--But see, she comes, I"ll leave you to your task.
Enter _Ismena_ and _Isabella_.
_Ism._ Antonio not yet gone-- This must secure me. [Pulls down her Veil.
_Ant._ _Clarina_, why thus clouded?
_Isab._ I see he has most happily mistaken.
_Ism._ I was going, Sir, to visit _Laura_--
_Ant._ You must not go, I"ve business to the Duke, And you must entertain my Friend till my return; It is a freedom not usual here amongst Ladies, But I will have it so; Whom I esteem, I"ll have you do so too.
_Ism._ Sir, I am all obedience.
[Exit _Antonio_, she pulls off her Veil; _Alberto_ salutes her with seeming lowness.
_Alb._ Oh, how my Soul"s divided Between my Adoration and my Amity! [Aside.
Friendship, thou sacred band, hold fast thy Interest; For yonder Beauty has a subtle power, And can undo that knot, which other Arts Could ne"er invent a way for.
Enter _Antonio_, and listens at the Door.
_Ant._ I"ll see a little how he behaves himself. [Aside.
_Alb._ But she"s _Antonio"s_ Wife; my Friend _Antonio_. [Aside.
A Youth that made an Interest in my Soul, When I had Language scarce to express my sense of it.
_Ant._ Death! he speaks not to her. [Aside.
_Alb._ So grew we up to Man, and still more fixt; And shall a gaudy Beauty, A thing which t"other day I never saw, Deprive my Heart of that kind Heat, And place a new and unknown Fire within? [Aside.
_Clarina_, "tis unjust.
_Ism._ Sir, did you speak to me?
_Alb._ I have betray"d my self-- [Aside.
Madam, I was saying how unjust it was _Antonio_ should leave me alone with a Lady, Being certainly the worst to entertain them in the World.
_Ant._ His Face a.s.sures me he speaks of no Love to her now.
_Ism._ Alas, he speaks not to me.
Sure _Isabella_ was mistaken, who told me that he lov"d me.
--_Alberto_, if thou art oblig"d to me, [Aside.
For what I have not yet observ"d in thee, Oh, do not say my Heart was easily won, But blame your Eyes, whose forces none can shun.
_Ant._ Not a word, what can he mean by this?
_Ism._ Sir, will you please to sit a while?
_Isab._ Madam, the inner Chamber is much better, For there he may repose upon the Cushions Till my Lord"s return; I see he is not well-- --And you are both sick of one Disease. [Aside.
_Alb._ I thank you, here"s more Air, --And that I need, for I am all on fire, [Aside.
And every Look adds fuel to my flame.
--I must avoid those Eyes, whose Light misguides me: --Madam, I have some business calls me hence, And cannot wait my Friend"s return.
_Ism._ _Antonio_, Sir, will think "tis my neglect That drove you hence; pray stay a little longer.
_Alb._ You shall command me, if you can dispense With so dull Company.
_Ism._ I can with any thing _Antonio_ loves.
_Alb_. Madam, it is a Virtue that becomes you; For though your Husband should not merit this, Your Goodness is not less to be admir"d; But he"s a Man so truly worth your Kindness, That "twere a Sin to doubt Your Pa.s.sion for him were not justly paid.
_Ism._ Sir, I believe you, and I hope he thinks That my opinion of him equals yours; "Tis plain he loves me not; [Aside.
Perhaps his Virtue, thinking me _Clarina_, May hide the real Pa.s.sion of his Soul.
Oh Love, what dangerous Paths thou mak"st us tread!
_Ant._ Cold, cold as Devotion, oh inhuman Friendship! [Aside.
_Alb._ What shall I do next? I must either be rude, And say nothing, or speak of Love to her; And then, my Friend, thou"rt lost should I prevail, And I"m undone should she not hear my Tale, Which for the World I would not have her hear; And yet I fear my Eyes too much declare.
_Ism._ Since he"s in so ill an Humour, let"s leave him, I"m satisfy"d now that thou"rt mistaken.
[Ex. _Ismena_ and _Isabella_ unseen.
_Alb._ But they shall gaze no more on hers, Nor stray beyond the limits of a just Salute.
--I will my Honour to my Love prefer, And my _Antonio_ shall out-rival her.
[Looks about, and misses them.
--Ah, am I left alone! how frail is Man!
That which last Moment I resolv"d upon, I find my Heart already disapprove, And grieve her loss; can this be ought but Love?
My Soul"s dissatisfy"d now she is gone, And yet but now I wish"d to be alone.
--Inform me, Love, who shares the better part, Friendship, or thee, in my divided Heart. [Offers to go.
Enter _Antonio_, and stays him.
_Ant._ Whither in such haste?
Thou look"st e"en as sad as a Lover repuls"d, I fear that Fate"s not thine.
_Alb._ Now for a lye to satisfy him. [Aside.
Prithee discharge me of this toil of dissembling, Of which I grow as weary as she"s of hearing it.
_Ant._ Indeed!