As he would never thank you for;
By all that’s good, till he prov’d so to you,
He had my Soul in keeping;
But this act makes me resolve
To recompense his Folly.
Ism. You’ve found the easiest Passage to my Heart,
You’ve took it on the weakest side;
—But I must beg you will pretend no further.
Alb. Divine Clarina, let me pay my thanks
In this submissive Posture, and never rise, Kneels.