Alb. Now am I caught again, inconstant Nature.
—Would she had less of Beauty or of Wit,
Or that Antonio did but less deserve her;
Or that she were not married,
Or I’ad less Virtue, for ’tis that which awes me.
That tender sense of nothing,
And makes the other Reasons seem as Bugbears.
—I love Clarina more than he can do.
And yet this Virtue doth oppose that Love,
Tells me there lurks a Treason there