ovely Object which enslaves my Heart,
Must yet more certain Cures than Smiles impart:
--And you on _Laura_ have the same design.

_Cur._ Yes, Sir, when justify'd by Laws Divine.

_Fred._ Divine! a pleasant Warrant for your Sin,
Which being not made, we ne'er had guilty been.
But now we speak of _Laura_,
Prithee, when is't that I shall see that Beauty?

_Cur._ Never, I hope. [Aside.] I know not, Sir,
Her Father still is cruel, and denies me,
What she and I have long made suit in vain for:
But, Sir, your Interest might prevail with him,
When he shall know I'm one whom you esteem;
He will allow my flame, and my address,
He whom you favour cannot doubt Success.

_Fred._ This day I will begin to serve thee in it.

_Cur._ Sir, 'twill be difficult to get access to her,
Her Father is an humorous old Man,
And has his fits of Pride and Kindness too.

_Fred._ Well, after Dinner I will try my Power,
And will not quit his Lodgings till I've won him.

_Cur._ I humbly thank you, Sir.

_Fred._ Come let us haste, the Day comes on apace. [Ex. _Fred._

_Cur._ I'll wait upon you, Sir.
Oh _Cloris_, thou'rt undone, false amorous Girl;
Was it for this I bred thee in obscurity,
Without permitting thee to know what Courts meant,
Lest their too powerful Temptation
Might have betray'd thy Soul?
Not suffering thee to know thy Name or Parents,
Thinking an humble Life might have secur'd thy Virtue:
And yet I should not hate thee for this Sin,
Since thou art bred in so much Innocence,
Thou couldst not dream of Falsity in Men:
Oh, that it were permitted me to kill this Prince,
This false perfidious Prince;
And yet he knows not that he has abus'd me.
When did I know a Man of so much Virtue,
That would refuse so sweet and soft a Maid?
--No, he is just and good, only too much misled
By Youth and Flattery;
And one to whom my Soul is ty'd by Friendship;
--Yet what's a Friend, a name above a Sister?
Is not her Honour mine?
And shall not I revenge the loss of it?
It is but common Justice.
But first I'll try all gentle means I may,
And let him know that _Cloris_ is my Sister;
And if he then persevere in his Crime,
I'll lay my Interest and my Duty by,
And punish him, or with my Honour die. [Exit.

SCENE III. The Apartment of _Antonio_.

Enter _Lorenzo_ pulling in of _Isabella_.

_Lor._ Nay, nay, _Isabella_, there's no av