Alb. Yes, Madam, whilst I took you for his Wife,
I thought it crime enough but to adore you;
But now I may with honour own my Passion:
I will, Ismena, confidently assure you,
That I will die, unless you pity me.
Ism. She that durst tell you, Sir, how much she lov’d,
When you believ’d it was a Sin to do so,
Will now make good that Promise with Antonio’s leave.
Ant. With perfect Joy, Ismena, I resign thee, Ant. gives him Ism.
Alb. By double Ties you now unite our Souls;