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SCENE III.
Enter Lorenzo Drunk, with a Page, and Musick as in the dark.
Lor.
Here's the door, begin and play your best,
But let them be soft low Notes, do you hear?
[They Play.
Enter Antonio.
Ant.
Musick at my Lodgings, it is Alberto;
Oh how I love him for't—if Clarina stand his
Courtship, I am made;
I languish between hope and fear.
Lor.
Stay Friend, I hear some body.
[Musick ceases.
Page.
'Tis no body Sir.
Enter Isabella.
Isab.
'Tis Lorenzo, and my Plots ripe;
[Aside.
Lorenzo being
retir'd the while
a little further▪
'Twill not sure be hard to get him, under pretence
Of seeing Clarina, into my Chamber,
And then I'le order him at my pleasure:
Ismena is on my side, for I know all her secrets,
And she must wink at mine therefore.
[She retires.
Lor.
Thou art in the right Boy,
I think indeed 'twas nothing.
[Plays again.
Enter Alberto.
Alb.
She yields, bad woman!
Why so easily won?
By me too, who am thy Husbands friend▪
Oh dangerous boldness! uncconsidering woman,
I lov'd thee, whilst I thought thou could'st not yield;
But now that easiness has undone thy interest in my heart▪
I'le back and tell thee that it was to try thee.
Lor.
No, no, 'twas my fears, away with the Song,
I'le take it on your word that 'tis fit for my purpose.
Fid.
I'le warrant you my Lord.