Isab. ’Tis Lorenzo, and my Plot’s ripe; Aside.
Lorenzo [being retir’d] the while a little further.
’Twill not sure be hard to get him, under pretence
Of seeing Clarina, into my Chamber,
And then I’ll order him at my pleasure;
Ismena is on my side, for I know all her Secrets,
And she must wink at mine therefore. She retires.
Lor. Thou art in the right, Boy,
I think indeed ’twas nothing. Plays again.
Enter Alberto.