For ’tis but just, although he be my Master,
That I in these Ragousts should be his Taster.
Exeunt.
[ Scene V.] [Antonio’s House.]
Enter Ismena with a Veil.
Ism. Alberto is not come yet, sure he loves me;
But ’tis not Tears, and Knees, that can confirm me;
No, I must be convinc’d by better Argument.
—Deceit, if ever thou a Guide wert made
To amorous Hearts, assist a Love-sick Maid.