Ism. Alberto, with a world of shame I own
That I then lov’d you, and must do so still:
But since that Love must be accounted criminal,
And that a world of danger does attend it;
I am resolv’d, though I can never quit it,
To change it into kind Esteem for you;
And would ally you, Sir, as near to me,
As our unkind Stars will permit me.
Alb. I thank you, Madam: Oh, what a shame it is,
To be out-done in Virtue, as in Love!