Ism. I cannot blame you though it were unkind.
Alb. This I could help, but I have promis’d him,
That he shall be a witness of this Truth;
What say you, Madam, do I not merit Death?
Oh speak, and let me know my doom whate’er it be.
Ism. Make good your Word.
Alb. What mean you?
Ism. What you have promised him, perform as you intended.
Alb. What then?
Ism. Then come as you design’d to visit me.