Alb. Here. Gives her his Hand.
Isab. My Lord, you may venture, Clarina will be
Alone within this Hour, where you shall entertain
Her at your freedom: but you must stay awhile in my
Chamber till my Lord’s a bed;
For none but I must know of the favour she designs you.
Alb. Oh Gods! what Language do I hear—
False and Perfidious Woman, I might have thought,
Since thou wert gain’d so easily by me,
Thou wouldst with equal haste yield to another.