ny.

_Ant._ Thou art some Villain.

_Lor._ No, Sir, I am an honest Man, and married lawfully.

_Ant._ Who art thou?

_Lor._ Hast thou done?

_Isab._ Yes, but you must venture hard.

_Isab._ 'Tis _Lorenzo_, Sir.

_Lor._ A Pox on her, now am I asham'd to all eternity.

_Isab._ Sir, let me beg you'l take his Word and Oath to night,
And to morrow I will satisfy you. [_Lor._ gets down by the Sheets.

_Ant._ Look you make this good,
Or you shall both dearly pay for't.

_Lor._ I am alive, yes, yes, all's whole and sound,
Which is a mercy, I can tell you;
This is whoring now: may I turn _Franciscan_,
If I could not find in my heart to do penance
In Camphire Posset, this Month, for this.
--Well, I must to this Merchant of Love,
And I would gladly be there before the Prince:
For since I have mist here,
I shall be amorous enough,
And then I'll provide for _Frederick_;
For 'tis but just, although he be my Master,
That I in these Ragousts should be his Taster.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Antonio's House.

Enter _Ismena_ with a Veil.

_Ism._ _Alberto_ is not come yet, sure he loves me;
But 'tis not Tears, and Knees, that can confirm me;
No, I must be convinc'd by better Argument.
--Deceit, if ever thou a Guide wert made
To amorous Hearts, assist a Love-sick Maid.

Enter _Alberto_.

_Alb._ Your pleasure, Madam?
--Oh that she would be brief,
And send me quickly from her,
For her Eyes will overthrow my purpose. [Aside.

_Ism._ _Alberto_, do you love me?

_Alb._ No.

_Ism._ No! have you deceiv'd me then?

_Alb._ Neither, _Clarina_; when I told you so,
By Heaven, 'twas perfect Truth.

_Ism._ And what have I done since should
Merit your Dis-esteem?

_Alb._ Nothing but what has rais'd it.

_Ism._ To raise your Esteem, then it seems, is
To lessen your Love; or, as most Gallants are,
You're but pleas'd with what you have not;
And love a Mistress with great Passion, till you find
Your self belov'd again, and then you hate her.

_Alb._ You wrong my Soul extremely,
'Tis not of that ungrateful nature;
To love me is to me a greater Charm
Than that of Wit or Beauty.

_Ism._ I'm glad on't, Sir; then I have pleasant News for you,
I know a Lady, and a Virgin too,
That loves you with such Passion,
As has oblig'd me to become her Advocate.

_Alb._ I am very much oblig'd to her,
If there