—Madam, if I have err’d in that belief,
To know I do so, is sufficient punishment.
—Lovers, Madam, though they have no returns,
Like sinking Men, still catch at all they meet with;
And whilst they live, though in the midst of Storms,
Because they wish, they also hope for Calms.
Ism. And did you, Sir, consider who I was?
Alb. Yes, Madam, Wife unto my Friend Antonio,
The only Man that has an Interest here:
—But, Madam, that must still submit to Love.