But yet thus sleeping I might take that Soul, [Turns to him.
Which waking all the Charms of Art and Nature
Had not the Power t’effect.
Oh were I brave, I could remember that,
And this way be the Mistress of his Heart.
But mine forbids it should be that way won;
No, I must still love on, in spite of me,
And wake him quickly, lest one Moment’s thought
Upon my Shame should urge me to undo him.
Antonio, Antonio.