Gni. You counsel well, dear; learn it then;
For change is given more to you than men. 100
Isa. My faith to thee, like rocks, shall never move,
The sun shall change his course ere I my love.
Enter Anna.
Ann. Madam, the Count Massino[260] knocks.
Isa. Dear love, into my chamber, till I send
My hate from sight.
Gni. Lust makes me wrong my friend.
[Exit Gniaca.
Isa. Anna, stand here and entertain Lord Massino;[260]
I from my window straight will give him answer.
The serpent’s wit to woman rest in me;
By that man fell, then why not he by me? 109
Feign’d sighs, and tears dropp’d from a woman’s eye,
Blinds man of reason, strikes his knowledge dumb.
Wit arms a woman; Count Massino,[260] come.
[Exit Isabella.
Ann. My office still is under: yet in time