[224] Old eds. “Mizal.”
SCENE III.
Venice.—Roberto’s house.
Enter Isabella, and a Page with a letter.
Isa. Here, take this letter, bear it to the count.
But, boy, first tell, think’st thou I am in love?
Page. Madam, I cannot tell.
Isa. Canst thou not tell? Dost thou not see my face?
Is not the face the index of the mind?
And canst thou not distinguish love by that?
Page. No, madam.
Isa. Then take this letter and deliver it
Unto the worthy count. No, fie upon him!
Come back: tell me, why shouldst thou think 10
That same’s a love-letter?
Page. I do not think so, madam.