Ism. Canst thou at once be true to him and me?
Alb. Madam, I know not that;
But since I must lose one,
My Friendship I can better lay aside.
Ism. Hast thou forgot how dear thou art to him?
Alb. No, I do believe I am, and that his Life
Were but a worthless trifle, if I needed it.
Yet, Madam, you are dearer to him still
Than his Alberto; and ’tis so with me:
—Him I esteem, but you I do adore;