Till I can gain so much upon your Credit,
As to believe my Passion tends no farther
Than to adore you thus—and thus possess you. Kisses her hand, and bows.
Ism. Have not I dissembled finely, Isabella? Aside.
Isab. Yes, if you could make me believe ’tis so. Aside.
Ism. Rise, Sir, and leave me, that I may blush alone
For what I’ve parted with so easily;
Pray do not visit me again too soon,
—But use your own discretion, and be secret.
Alb. Madam, the blessed Secret here is lodg’d,