Alb. She yields, bad Woman!
Why so easily won?
By me too, who am thy Husband’s Friend:
Oh dangerous Boldness! unconsidering Woman!
I lov’d thee, whilst I thought thou couldst not yield;
But now that Easiness has undone thy Interest in my Heart,
I’ll back, and tell thee that it was to try thee.
Lor. No, no, ’twas my Fears, away with the Song,
I’ll take it on your word that ’tis fit for my purpose.
Fid. I’ll warrant you, my Lord.