Ant. Sure thou art mad, didst thou not give her me but now,
And hast not entertain’d her all this night?
Alb. Her Habit and her Vizard did deceive me;
I took her for this lady,—Oh bless’d Mistake!
Ism. I see you’re in the dark, but I’ll unfold the Riddle,
—Sir, in the Passage from the Monastery,
Attended only by my Confessor,
A Gentleman, a Passenger, in the same Boat,
Address’d himself to me;
And made a many little Courtships to me: