s about, and misses them.
--Ah, am I left alone! how frail is Man!
That which last Moment I resolv'd upon,
I find my Heart already disapprove,
And grieve her loss; can this be ought but Love?
My Soul's dissatisfy'd now she is gone,
And yet but now I wish'd to be alone.
--Inform me, Love, who shares the better part,
Friendship, or thee, in my divided Heart. [Offers to go.

Enter _Antonio_, and stays him.

_Ant._ Whither in such haste?
Thou look'st e'en as sad as a Lover repuls'd,
I fear that Fate's not thine.

_Alb._ Now for a lye to satisfy him. [Aside.
Prithee discharge me of this toil of dissembling,
Of which I grow as weary as she's of hearing it.

_Ant._ Indeed!

_Alb._ Sure thou hast a design to make her hate me.

_Ant._ Do you think so in earnest, why, was she angry?

_Alb._ Oh! hadst thou seen her pretty blushing Scorn,
Which she would fain have hid,
Thou wouldst have pitied what I made her suffer.

_Ant._ Is't possible!
And didst present her with the Box of Jewels?

_Alb._ Yes.

_Ant._ And kneel, and cry and swear, and--

_Alb._ All, all.

_Ant._ I hardly gave thee time for so much Courtship,
--But you are sure she was displeased with it?

_Alb._ Extremely.

_Ant._ Enough, _Alberto_; adieu to thee and Friendship.

_Alb._ What mean you?

_Ant._ Ask your own Guilt, it will inform thee best.

_Alb._ Thou canst not think _Clarina_ has abus'd thee.

_Ant._ I do not think she has, nor have you try'd her;
In that you have not only disoblig'd me,
But now you would impose upon my Weakness
--Did I not see how unconcern'd you were,
And hardly paying her a due respect;
And when she even invited thee to speak,
Most rudely thou wert silent?

_Alb._ Be calm, _Antonio_, I confess my error,
And hate that Virtue taught me to deceive thee;
--Here, take my Hand,--
I'll serve you in good earnest.

_Ant._ And now I do believe thee,
Go--thou shalt lose no time, I must away,
My Soul's in torment, till I am confirm'd
Of my _Clarina's_ Virtue;
I do believe thou hast a generous Shame,
For what thou'st said and done to me thy Friend.
For could I doubt thy Love, oh, how ridiculous
This act of mine would seem!
But 'tis to thee, as to my Soul I come,
Disputing every petty Crime and Doubt.

_Alb._ _Antonio_, if there need an Oath between us--

_Ant._ No, I credit thee; go in,
And pr