Ism. Another favour I must beg of you,
That you will tell Antonio what is past.
Alb. How mean you, Madam?
Ism. Why, that I love you, Sir,
And how I have deceiv’d him into confidence.
Alb. This is strange; you cannot mean it sure.
Ism. When I intend to be extremely good,
I would not have a secret Sin within,
Though old, and yet repented too: no, Sir,
Confession always goes with Penitence.