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

   My life a little space, to make me feel

   The extremes of joy and sorrow. Ere we met,

   My heart was calm as the unconscious babe.

 Enter Fabian. 

Fabian

 Fab. Madam, my lord comes this way, and commands

  To clear these chambers; what he meditates,

  'Tis fit indeed were private. My old age

  Has liv'd too long, to see my master's shame.

 Adel. His shame, eternal shame! Oh, more than cruel!

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