But he’s a Man so truly worth your Kindness,
That ’twere a Sin to doubt
Your Passion for him were not justly paid.
Ism. Sir, I believe you, and I hope he thinks
That my opinion of him equals yours;
’Tis plain he loves me not; Aside.
Perhaps his Virtue, thinking me Clarina,
May hide the real Passion of his Soul.
Oh Love, what dangerous Paths thou mak’st us tread!
Ant. Cold, cold as Devotion, oh inhuman Friendship! Aside.