That guilty Language, Sir, I must not hear:
—And yet your silence kills me. Aside.
Isab. Very well dissembled. Aside.
Alb. I can obey you, Madam, though I cannot live,
Whilst you command me silence;
For ’tis a Flame that dares not look abroad
To seek for pity from another’s Eyes.
Ism. How he moves me! if this were real now,
Or that he knew to whom he made this Courtship— Aside.
Alb. Oh, do not turn away as if displeas’d.