She has deceiv’d them all, and by that Art,
Gives you a Confidence, and me a Heart.
Ant. I must confess, it is but just in her
To punish thus the Errors of my Fear;
I do forgive her, from my Soul I do.
—But, Sir, what satisfaction’s this to you?
Alb. Clarina happy, I’ll from Court retire,
And by that Absence quench my Hopeless Fire:
War I will make my Mistress, who may be,
Perhaps, more kind than she has been to me;