Clar. ’Twill be too late.
Ism. Sister, what think you if I go myself?
Clar. You should not be so daring;
Besides, I blush to think what strange opinion
He’ll entertain of me the while.
Ism. Do not let that afflict you.
Fetch my Veil, and if Antonio chance to ask for me,
Tell him I’m gone to Laura. Ex. Isab.
Believe me, I will set all strait again.
Enter Isabella with the Veil.