CAMILLA.
Ah, this is always the sly way with men!
They dare the crime, and if the' event goes wrong,
Cry your forgiveness with the meekest tongue.
ALBANIO.
What have I dared, Camilla?
CAMILLA.
It is well;
Ask these dumb woods, this fountain, it shall tell;
There it remains in face of the pure skies,
The living witness of thy wrong device.
ALBANIO.
If death, disgrace, or pain can expiate
My fault, behold me here prepared to sate
Thy anger to the full.
CAMILLA.