his Eyes give me hope of a secret
Fire within, but 'twill not out;
And I am so impatient till he declares himself,
That if he do not do it soon,
I shall e'en tell him who I am;
For perhaps the Wife takes off the appetite,
Which would sharpen upon knowledge of the Virgin.

_Clar._ What then, you'll have all the sport to your self?
--But, _Ismena_, remember my little Revenge on _Antonio_
Must accompany your Love to _Alberto_. [Aside.

_Isab._ But why this resemblance?
For, Madam, since he never saw you,
And takes _Ismena_ to be you;
Might you not still pass so, without this likeness?

_Clar._ Didst thou not say _Antonio_ left the Court
And City, on purpose to give _Alberto_ the more freedom
To Court me?--Whilst he was away, I needed but retire,
And _Ismena_ appear, and 'twould suffice;
But now he is return'd,
He may chance to see them together, _en passant_, or so,
And this dress will abuse him as well as _Alberto_;
For without that, this Plot of ours signifies little.

_Ism._ Ay, truly, for my part, I have no other design
Than doing my Sister a service.

_Isab._ The Plot is very likely to thrive I see,
Since you are so good at dissembling.

_Ism._ Fie, _Isabella_, what an ill opinion you have of me?
--But, Sister, 'tis much _Alberto_ being so intimate
With _Antonio_, should never see you all this whole
Six Months of your being married.

_Clar._ Had you been bred any where
But in a Monastery, you would have known
'Tis not the custom here for Men to expose their
Wives to the view of any.

_Isab._ I hear them coming, let's away,
And pray listen to the Truths I have already told you.
[They retire.

SCENE IV. The Same.

Enter _Antonio_ and _Alberto_. _Clarina_ and _Ismena_ listen.

_Alb._ Once more, _Antonio_, welcome back to Court.

_Ant._ Oh my dear Friend, I long'd for thy Embraces;
--How goes the Game I left with thee to play?
What says my Wife, my beautiful _Clarina_?

_Alb._ _Clarina!_--

_Ant._ Yes, _Clarina_, have you not seen her yet?
I left the Court on purpose, for 'twas not handsome
For me to introduce you,
Lest she had look'd upon't as some design.

_Alb._ Seen her--yes--

_Ant._ And I conjur'd her too, to give you freedoms
Even equal to _Antonio_;
As far as I durst press with modesty,
And with pretence of Friendship;
And have you not attempted her?

_Alb._ Yes--but