Ant. Oh my dear Friend, I long’d for thy Embraces;
—How goes the Game I left with thee to play?
What says my Wife, my beautiful Clarina?
Alb. Clarina!—
Ant. Yes, Clarina, have you not seen her yet?
I left the Court on purpose, for ’twas not handsome
For me to introduce you,
Lest she had look’d upon’t as some design.
Alb. Seen her—yes—
Ant. And I conjur’d her too, to give you freedoms