Alb. What shall I do next? I must either be rude,
And say nothing, or speak of Love to her;
And then, my Friend, thou’rt lost should I prevail,
And I’m undone should she not hear my Tale,
Which for the World I would not have her hear;
And yet I fear my Eyes too much declare.
Ism. Since he’s in so ill an Humour, let’s leave him,
I’m satisfy’d now that thou’rt mistaken. Ex. Ismena and Isabella unseen.
Alb. But they shall gaze no more on hers,
Nor stray beyond the limits of a just Salute.