And sometimes his Eyes give me hope of a secret
Fire within, but ’twill not out;
And I am so impatient till he declares himself,
That if he do not do it soon,
I shall e’en tell him who I am;
For perhaps the Wife takes off the appetite,
Which would sharpen upon knowledge of the Virgin.
Clar. What then, you’ll have all the sport to your self?
—But, Ismena, remember my little Revenge on Antonio
Must accompany your Love to Alberto. Aside.