pretty Wench, who was to
Conduct me, and in the dark too;
And, on my Conscience, I e'en fell aboard of her,
And was as well accommodated for my five,
As five Hundred Pounds, and so return'd.

_Alb._ A great defeat to the Lady the while, a my word.

_Lor._ Ay, she smelt the Plot, and made a Vow to follow
The _Italian_ mode for the future;
And be serv'd in Affairs of that kind by none
But an old Woman.

_Alb._ 'Twas wittily resolv'd.

_Lor._ Are you for the Presence this Morning?

_Alb._ No, I have business here with _Antonio_.

_Lor._ Your Servant, my Lord. [Exit.

_Alb._ I do not like this Fellow's being here,
The most notorious Pimp and Rascal in _Italy_;
'Tis a vile shame that such as he should live,
Who have the form and sense of Man about them,
And in their Action Beast;
And that he thrives by too.

Enter _Isabella_.

--_Isabella_, is _Antonio_ stirring?

_Isab._ He is, please your Lordship to walk in.

_Alb._ You may tell him I wait here:
For I would avoid all opportunity of seeing _Clarina_. [Aside.

_Isab._ My Lord, you need not stand upon Ceremonies. [Exit _Alberto_.

Enter _Clarina_ and _Ismena_, dress'd like one another in every
thing, laughing and beholding one another.

--Dress'd already! now on my conscience
I know not which is which:
Pray God _Antonio_ be not mistaken at night,
For I'll be sworn I am by day-light.

_Ism._ Dost think I may pass thus for _Clarina_?

_Isab._ Madam, you are the same to a hair;
Wou'd I might never stir
If I can do any thing but wonder.

_Clar._ But hark, _Isabella_, if thou shou'dst have
Heard amiss, and that thy information should not be good,
Thou hast defeated us of a design,
Wherein we promise our selves no little pleasure.

_Ism._ Yes, I vow, all the Jest is lost if it be so.

_Isab._ I doubt 'twill be a true Jest on your side. [Aside.
--I warrant you, Madam, my Intelligence is good;
And to assure you of what I have said,
I dare undertake you shall hear the same over again:
For just now _Alberto_ is come to visit my Lord,
Who I am sure will entertain him with no other stories,
But those of his Jealousy,
And to persuade him to court you.

_Clar._ 'Tis strange, since he set him that Task so long ago,
He would not begin before.

_Ism._ Nay, pray God he begin now;
Sister, he has hitherto took me for thee,
And sometimes