s fine doings; what am I like to come to if he
Turn honest now? This is the worst piece of Inconstancy
He ever was guilty of; to change ones Humour, or so,
Sometimes, is nothing: but to change Nature,
To turn good on a sudden, and never give a Man
Civil warning, is a Defeat not be endur'd;
I'll see the end on't though. [Goes out.

_Alb._ Here, _Antonio_--imagine how I love thee,
Who make thee such a Present.
[Gives him _Clarina_, who is dressed just as _Ismena_ was, and
_Ismena_ in a Masquing Habit.

_Ant._ _Clarina_, can you pardon my Offence,
And bless me with that Love,
You have but justly taken from me?

_Clar._ You wrong me, Sir, I ne'er withdrew my Heart,
Though you, but too unkindly, did your Confidence.

_Ant._ Do not upbraid me; that I was so to blame,
Is shame enough: pray pardon, and forget it.

_Clar._ I do.

_Ant._ _Alberto_, to shew my Gratitude in what I may,
I beg you would receive _Ismena_ from me.

_Alb._ Who's this?

_Ant._ Ismena, whom I promis'd thee.

_Alb._ It is _Clarina_; do you mock my Pain? [Shows _Ismena_.

_Ant._ By Heaven, not I; this is _Clarina_, Sir.

_Alb._ That thy Wife _Clarina!_
A Beauty which till now I never saw.

_Ant._ Sure thou art mad, didst thou not give her me but now,
And hast not entertain'd her all this night?

_Alb._ Her Habit and her Vizard did deceive me;
I took her for this lady,--Oh bless'd Mistake!

_Ism._ I see you're in the dark, but I'll unfold the Riddle,
--Sir, in the Passage from the Monastery,
Attended only by my Confessor,
A Gentleman, a Passenger, in the same Boat,
Address'd himself to me;
And made a many little Courtships to me:
I being veil'd, he knew not who receiv'd them,
Nor what Confusion they begot in me.
At the first sight, I grew to great esteems of him,
But when I heard him speak--
I'm not asham'd to say he was my Conqueror.

_Alb._ Oh, Madam, was it you?
Who by your Conversation in that Voyage,
Gave me Disquiets,
Which nothing but your Eyes could reconcile again?

_Ism._ 'Twas I whom you deceiv'd with some such Language.
--After my coming home I grew more melancholy,
And by my silence did increase my Pain;
And soon _Clarina_ found I was a Lover,
Which I confess'd at last, and nam'd the Object.
She told me of your Friendship with _Antonio_,
And gave me hopes that I again should see you:
--But _Isabella_