They fight, Antonio with Alberto, Alberto falls, is wounded. [Lor. and Page run] away the while.
Alb. Whoe’er thou be’st that takes the Traitor’s part,
Commend me to the wrong’d Antonio.
Ant. Alberto! dear Alberto, is it thee?
Alb. Antonio!
Ant. I am asham’d to say I am Antonio;
Oh Gods, why would you suffer this mistake?
Alb. I am not wounded much,
My greatest pain is my concern for thee;
Friend, thou art wrong’d, falsely and basely wrong’d;