eaven, my Innocence in this,
Which if you will believe, I'm safe again.

_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 revea