Alb. Hold, Clarina!—I am amaz’d.
Ism. But stay.
Thou say’st my Beauty forc’d thee to this Wickedness,
And that’s the cause you have abus’d Antonio.
—Nor is it all the Power I have with him,
Can make him credit what I tell him of thee;
And should I live, I still must be pursu’d by thee,
And unbeliev’d by him:
—Alberto, thou shalt ne’er be guilty more,
Whilst this—and this may meet. Offering to wound her self, is stay’d by Alb. and Isab. They set Ism. in a Chair; Alb. kneels weeping.