Even equal to Antonio;
As far as I durst press with modesty,
And with pretence of Friendship;
And have you not attempted her?
Alb. Yes—but ’tis in vain.
Ant. Oh villanous Dissembler! Aside.
Alb. She’s cruel, strangely cruel,
And I’m resolv’d to give the Courtship o’er.
Ant. Sure, Friend, thou hast not us’d thy wonted power.
Alb. Yes, all that I know I’m master of, I us’d.