Enter Isabella.
Isab. ’Tis the Fool himself—
My Lord, where are you?
Alb. How! a Woman’s Voice! ’tis dark, I’ll advance.
Lor. Thou Simpleton, I told thee there was somebody.
Pag. Lord, Sir, ’tis only Isabella that calls you.
Lor. Away, Sirrah, I find by my fears ’tis no Woman. Goes out with the Page.
Isab. Why don’t you come? here’s nobody.
Alb. Here I am.
Isab. Where?