Come in with me, and know the rest.
Exeunt.
Isab. So, so, disguise it how you will,
I know you are a real Lover;
And that secret shall advance my Love-design.
Yes, Madam, now I will be serv’d by you,
Or you shall fail to find a Friend of me.
Ex. Isab.
[ Scene III.] [The Street.]
Enter Lorenzo drunk, with a Page, and Musick, as in the dark.