Ant. I’ll hide my Anger in a seeming calm,
And what I have to do consult the while,
And mask my Vengeance underneath a Smile. Ex. Ant.
Enter Page.
Pag. My Lord, there is without a Lady
Desires to speak with you.
Alb. Who is’t?
Pag. I know not, Sir, she’s veiled. [Exit Page.]
Enter Ismena weeping.
Alb. Conduct her in.