Amin. In what use, Madam?
Cla. In this Lady,
Speak to him for me, you have power upon him;
Tell him I love him, tell him I dote on him:
It will become your tongue.
Amin. Become my grave.
O fortune, O cursed fortune!
Cla. Tell him his liberty,
And all those with him; all our wealth and Jewels.
Good sister, for I'll call ye so.
Amin. I shall Lady,
Even die, I hope.
Cla. Here's Meat and Wine, pray take it,
And there he lies; give him what liberty you please;
But still conceal'd. What pleasure you shall please, Sister.
He shall ne'er want again. Nay, see an you'l take it;
Why do you study thus?
Amin. To avoid mischiefs, if they should happen.
Cla. Goe, and be happy for me.
Amin. O blind fortune;
Yet happy thus far, I shall live to see him,
In what strange desolation lives he here now?
Sure this Curtain will reveale.
Enter Albert.