—I will my Honour to my Love prefer,
And my Antonio shall out-rival her. Looks about, and misses them.
—Ah, am I left alone! how frail is Man!
That which last Moment I resolv’d upon,
I find my Heart already disapprove,
And grieve her loss; can this be ought but Love?
My Soul’s dissatisfy’d now she is gone,
And yet but now I wish’d to be alone.
—Inform me, Love, who shares the better part,
Friendship, or thee, in my divided Heart. Offers to go.