t unattempted or said,
That might soften the Heart of this pitiless Maid;
But still she was shy,
And would blushing deny,
Whilst her willinger Eyes gave her Language the lye.

Since, _Phillis_, my Passion you vow to despise,
Withdraw the false Hopes from your flattering Eyes:
For whilst they inspire
A resistless vain Fire,
We shall grow to abhor, what we now do admire._ [Ex. _Musick_.

_Alb._ What's this, and at _Clarina's_ Lodgings too?
Sure 'tis _Antonio_, impatient of delay,
Gives her a Serenade for me.

Enter _Isabella_.

_Isab._ 'Tis the Fool himself--
My Lord, where are you?

_Alb._ How! a Woman's Voice! 'tis dark, I'll advance.

_Lor._ Thou Simpleton, I told thee there was somebody.

_Pag._ Lord, Sir, 'tis only _Isabella_ that calls you.

_Lor._ Away, Sirrah, I find by my fears 'tis no Woman.
[Goes out with the _Page_.

_Isab._ Why don't you come? here's nobody.

_Alb._ Here I am.

_Isab._ Where?

_Alb._ Here. [Gives her his Hand.

_Isab._ My Lord, you may venture, _Clarina_ will be
Alone within this Hour, where you shall entertain
Her at your freedom: but you must stay awhile in my
Chamber till my Lord's a bed;
For none but I must know of the favour she designs you.

_Alb._ Oh Gods! what Language do I hear--
False and Perfidious Woman, I might have thought,
Since thou wert gain'd so easily by me,
Thou wouldst with equal haste yield to another.

_Isab._ It is not _Lorenzo_, what shall I do? [She steals in.

Enter _Lorenzo_ and _Page_.

_Lor._ A Pox of all damn'd cowardly fear!
Now did I think I had drunk Nature up to Resolution:
I have heard of those that could have dar'd in their Drink;
But I find, drunk or sober, 'tis all one in me.

_Alb._ The Traitor's here,
Whom I will kill whoe'er he be.

_Lor._ Boy, go see for _Isabella_.

_Pag._ I see a Man should not be a Coward and a Lover
At once--_Isabella_, _Isabella_, she's gone, Sir. [Calls.

_Alb._ Yes, Villain, she's gone, and in her room
Is one that will chastise thy Boldness.

_Lor._ That's a proud word though, whoe'er thou be;
But how I shall avoid it, is past my Understanding.

_Alb._ Where art thou, Slave?
[_Alberto_ gropes for him, he avoids him.

_Pag._ Take heart, Sir, here's company which I will
Get to assist you--

Enter _Antonio_.

Sir, as you are a Gentleman, assist a