And when she even invited thee to speak,
Most rudely thou wert silent?
Alb. Be calm, Antonio, I confess my error,
And hate that Virtue taught me to deceive thee;
—Here, take my Hand,—
I’ll serve you in good earnest.
Ant. And now I do believe thee,
Go—thou shalt lose no time, I must away,
My Soul’s in torment, till I am confirm’d
Of my Clarina’s Virtue;