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ius_, look To hear from me.-- [Comes up to him, and tells him so in a menacing Tone, and go out severally. _Salv._ Go, Mrs. _Minks_, get you in. [Ex. _Salv._ and _Lau._ SCENE II. A Street. Enter _Frederick_ passing in Anger over the Stage, meets _Lorenzo_. _Lor._ O Sir, I'm glad I've found you; for I have the rarest News for you. _Fred._ What News? _Lor._ Oh the Devil, he's angry;--Why, Sir, the prettiest young-- _Fred._ There's for your Intelligence. [Strikes him, and goes out. _Lor._ So, very well; how mortal is the favour of Princes! these be turns of State now; what the Devil ails he trow; sure he could not be Offended with the News I have brought him; If he be, he's strangely out of tune: And sure he has too much Wit to grow virtuous at these Years. No, no, he has had some repulse from a Lady; and that's a wonder; for he has a Tongue and a Purse that seldom fails: if Youth and Vigour would Stretch as far, he were the wonder of the Age. Enter _Curtius_. _Cur._ _Lorenzo_, didst thou see the Prince? _Lor._ Marry, did I, and feel him too. _Cur._ Why, did he strike you? _Lor._ I'm no true Subject if he did not; and that Only for doing that Service which once was most acceptable To him.--Prithee what's the matter with him, hah? _Cur._ I know not, leave me. _Lor._ Leave thee, what, art thou out of humour too? Let me but know who 'tis has disoblig'd thee, and I'll-- _Cur._ What wilt thou? _Lor._ Never see his Face more, if a Man. _Cur._ And what if a Woman? _Lor._ Then she's an idle peevish Slut, I'll warrant her. _Cur._ Conclude it so, and leave me. _Lor._ Nay, now thou hast said the only thing that could Keep me with thee, thou mayst be desperate; I'll Tell you, _Curtius_, these female Mischiefs make Men Take dangerous Resolutions sometimes. Enter _Alberto_. _Alb._ _Curtius_, I've something to deliver to your Ear. [Whispers. _Cur._ Any thing from _Alberto_ is welcome. _Lor._ Well, I will be hang'd if there be not some Mischief in agitation; it cannot be wenching; They look all too dull and sober for that; And besides, then I should have been a party concern'd. _Cur._ The place and time. _Alb._ An hour hence i'th' Grove by the River-side. _Cur._ Alone, thou say'st? _Alb._ Alone, the Prince will have it so. _Cur._ I will no
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