[ Scene II.] [Antonio’s House.]
Enter Ismena and Isabella.
Isab. Nay, Madam, ’tis in vain to deny it;
Do you think I have liv’d to these years,
And cannot interpret cross Arms, imperfect Replies,
Your sudden Weepings, your often Sighing,
Your melancholy Walks, and making Verses too?
And yet I must not say that this is Love.
Ism. Art thou so notable a Judge of it?