Isab. For Heaven sake, Madam, pardon me. Clar. Be dumb for ever, false and treacherous Woman, Was there no way but this to mask your Cheat? A Lye which has undone us all. Isab. Alas, ’twas in the dark, how could I know him? Pray forgive it me, and try my future Service. Clar. I never will forgive thee, naughty Girl; Alberto now incens’d will tell Antonio all. Isab. What need you care, Madam? You are secure enough. Clar. Thou salv’st an Error with a greater still; Dost thou not know Antonio’s Jealousy, Which yet is moderate, rais’d to a higher pitch, May ruin me, Ismena, and thy self? Ism. Sister, there cannot be much harm in this; ’Tis an ill chance, ’tis true, for by it we have lost The pleasure of an innocent Revenge Upon Antonio; but if understood, We have but miss’d that end. Clar. Oh Ismena! This Jealousy is an unapprehensive madness, A non-sense which does still abandon Reason. Isab. Madam, early in the Morning I’ll to Alberto’s Lodgings, and tell him the mistake. Clar. ’Twill be too late. Ism. Sister, what think you if I go myself? Clar. You should not be so daring; Besides, I blush to think what strange opinion He’ll entertain of me the while. Ism. Do not let that afflict you. Fetch my Veil, and if Antonio chance to ask for me, Tell him I’m gone to Laura. Ex. Isab. Believe me, I will set all strait again.

Enter Isabella with the Veil.

Clar. Thou hast more Courage, Girl, than I. Ism. What need is there of much of that, To encounter a gay young Lover, Where I am sure there cannot be much danger? Clar. Well, take your chance, I wish you luck, Sir, For I am e’en as much bent upon Revenge, As thou art upon Marriage. Ism. Come, my Veil, this and the Night Will enough secure me. Puts on the Veil and goes out.

Ex. Clar. and Isab.