Ism. Love you, and what would be the end of that?
Alb. I cannot tell, but wish you were inclin’d
To make a tryal, Madam;
I have no thought or wish beyond that Blessing,
And that once gain’d, sure I should ask no more.
Ism. Were I inclin’d to this, have you consider’d
The fatal Consequences which attend
The breach of Vows and Friendship?
Alb. Madam, Antonio first was false to you,
And not to punish that were such a Virtue