Who basely would betray thy Friend and me?
Alb. Sure this is earnest. Aside.
Ant. Oh brave Clarina! Aside.
Ism. Speak, Traitor to my Fame and Honour;
Was there no Woman, but Antonio’s Wife,
With whom thou couldst commit so foul a Crime?
And none but he to bring to publick Shame?
A Man who trusted thee, and lov’d thee too?
—Speak—and if yet thou hast a sense of Virtue,
Call to the Saints for pardon, or thou dy’st. She draws a Poniard, and runs at him; he steps back to avoid it.