ook or smile; they are all too precious, though
they were to save his life.

_Luc._ What, not your father? Oh that he would confess he loved me
first! [_Aside._

_Fred._ What have I done? I shall betray myself, and confess my love
to be laughed at, by this hard-hearted woman. [_Aside._] 'Tis true,
madam, I had forgot; he is, indeed, my father, and therefore you may
use him as kindly as you please.

_Luc._ He's insensible: Now he enrages me. [_Aside._] What if he
proposes to marry me? I am not yet professed, and 'twould be much to
my advantage.

_Fred._ Marry you! I had rather die a thousand deaths, than suffer it.

_Luc._ This begins to please me. [_Aside._
But why should you be so much my enemy?

_Fred._ Your enemy, madam! Why, do you desire it?

_Luc._ Perhaps I do.

_Fred._ Do it, madam, since it pleases you so well.

_Luc._ But you had rather die, than suffer it.

_Fred._ No, I have changed my mind: I'll live, and not be concerned at
it.

_Luc._ Do you contradict yourself so soon? Then know, sir, I did
intend to do it; and I am glad you have given me advice so agreeable
to my inclinations.

_Fred._ Heaven! that you should not find it out! I delivered your
letter on purpose to my father, and 'twas my business, now, to come
and mediate for him.

_Luc._ Pray, then, carry him the news of his good success. Adieu,
sweet prince!

_Fred._ Adieu, dear madam.

_Asca._ Hey day! what will this come to? They have cozened one another
into a quarrel; just like friends in fencing, a chance thrust comes,
and then they fall to it in earnest.

_Hip._ You and I, brother, shall never meet upon even terms, if this
be not pieced.--Face about, madam; turn quickly to your man, or, by
all that's virtuous, I'll call the abbess.

_Asca._ I must not be so bold with you, sir; but, if you please, you
may turn towards the lady: and, I suppose, you would be glad I durst
speak to you with more authority, to save the credit of your
willingness.

_Fred._ Well, I'll shew her I dare stay, if it be but to confront her
malice.

_Luc._ I am sure I have done nothing to be ashamed of, that I should
need to run away.

_Asca._ Pray give me leave, sir, to ask you but one question; Why were
you so unwilling that she should be married to your father?

_Fred._ Because then her friendship must wholly cease.

_Asca._ But you may have her friendship, when