ALB. He changes colour.
POL. I see, Signor Albert, by your looks, that you know already what brings me hither.
ALB. Alas! yes.
POL. The news, indeed, may well surprise you, and I could scarcely believe what I was told just now.
ALB. I ought to blush with shame and confusion.
POL. I think such an action deserves great blame, and do not pretend to excuse the guilty.
ALB. Heaven is merciful to miserable sinners.
POL. You should bear this in mind.
ALB. A man ought to behave as a Christian.
POL. That is quite right.