And were that true you tell me of your Passion,
Sure I should wish to die, to make you happy.
Alb. That’s kindly said, and I submit to you,
And am content to be out-done in Amity.
Ant. Yes, I’ll resign my Claims, and leave the World;
Alberto, ’tis unkind to think I would be happy
By ways must ruin you:
But sure you tell me this, but only to afflict me.
Alb. ’Tis truth, Antonio, I do love Clarina;
And, what is yet far worse for thy repose,