All ignorant alike, tells different tales.
Adel. Away, it cannot be. I know his truth.
Oh! I despise myself, that for a moment
(Pardon me, love!) could suffer mean suspicion
Usurp the seat of generous confidence.
Think all alike unjust, my Theodore,
When even thy Adelaide could join to wrong thee!
Jaq. Yet be advis'd——
Adel. Oh, leave me to my grief.—
To whom shall I complain? He but preserv'd