Clarina, whom you lov’d and fear’d,
Has now betray’d thy Honour with her own.
Ant. Without that sad addition to my Grief,
I should not long have born the weight of Life,
Having destroy’d thine by a dire mistake.
Alb. Thou art deceiv’d.
Ant. Alas, why was it not permitted me
To lose my Friend, or Wife? had one surviv’d,
I might have dy’d in silence for the other;
Oh my Alberto! oh Clarina too!— Weeps.