Madam, I was saying how unjust it was
Antonio should leave [me alone] with a Lady,
Being certainly the worst to entertain them in the World.
Ant. His Face assures me he speaks of no Love to her now.
Ism. Alas, he speaks not to me.
Sure Isabella was mistaken, who told me that he lov’d me.
—Alberto, if thou art oblig’d to me, Aside.
For what I have not yet observ’d in thee,
Oh, do not say my Heart was easily won,
But blame your Eyes, whose forces none can shun.