Alb. But let me know what ’tis you mean to do,
That I may act accordingly.
Ism. No. Answer me to every Question ask’d,
And I perhaps may set all strait again;
It is now late, and I must not be missing:
But if you love me, be no more jealous of me,
—Farewel.
Alb. Must I be ignorant then of your Design?
Ism. Yes, Alberto;
And you shall see what Love will make a Woman do. He leads her out.