I being veil’d, he knew not who receiv’d them,
Nor what Confusion they begot in me.
At the first sight, I grew to great esteems of him,
But when I heard him speak—
I’m not asham’d to say he was my Conqueror.
Alb. Oh, Madam, was it you?
Who by your Conversation in that Voyage,
Gave me Disquiets,
Which nothing but your Eyes could reconcile again?
Ism. ’Twas I whom you deceiv’d with some such Language.