Alb. How, Clarina, this from you?
Ism. Nay, I have promis’d her, that you shall love her too,
Since both her Birth and Beauty merits you.
Alb. Away, false Woman: I love your Sister!
No, I will hate ye both.
Ism. Why so Angry?
Alas, it is against my Will I do it.
Alb. Did you betray my Faith, when ’twas so easy
To give a credit to your tale of Love?
—Oh Woman, faithless Woman!