retires.

_Fred._ She's wondrous fair;
Sure in his whole Cabal he cannot show a fairer--

_Lor._ She resembles _Clarina_; I wish your Highness
Would see further, and then perhaps this would
Fall to my lot, for I love her for likeness sake.
[_Antonio_ presents _Ismena_, and retires as the other.

_Fred._ This I confess out-does the others;
An Innocency dwells upon her Face,
That's strangely taking, is it not, _Lorenzo_?

_Lor._ To say truth, she is very fine indeed.
[They present _Laura_.

_Fred._ Hah! I am amaz'd; see, _Lorenzo_,
Dost thou not know that Face?

_Lor._ O' my Conscience and Soul, 'tis my own Sister _Laura_;
Why, how now, Mistress,
Do things go thus with you, i'faith?
[She shakes her Hand, as not understanding him.

_Ant._ Sir, she understands you not.

_Lor._ Is it not _Laura_ then?

_Ant._ No, Sir, it is a Stranger.

_Fred._ Let her be what she will, I'll have her.
[_Fred._ seems to talk, when she answers in Grimaces.

_Lor._ There have been Examples in the World
Of the good Offices done by a Brother to a Sister;
But they are very rare here,
And therefore will surely be the more acceptable.
Well, Sir, have you fix'd, that I may chuse?

_Fred._ I have, and had he thousands more, [_Lor._ goes to _Clar._
I would refuse them all for this fair Creature.

Enter _Pietro_.

_Piet._ Sir, all things are ready as you desire,
But my Master must first speak with you alone.

_Fred._ About the Price, I'll warrant you;
Let him come in: [All go out but _Fred_, to him _Cur._
--Are you the Master of the Ceremony?

_Cur._ I am.

_Fred._ Be speedy then, and by my Impatiency
To be with that agreeable Stranger,
Guess at my Approbation of the Ladies, and which I chuse.

_Cur._ Your mighty Heat, Sir, will be soon allay'd.

_Fred._ Shall it?

_Cur._ Yes, Sir, it shall, for you must die.

_Fred._ Sure thou art mad to tell me so, whoe'er thou be'st,
Whilst I have this about me. [Draws.

_Cur._ That, Sir, you draw in vain; stand off-- [Offers a Pistol.

_Fred._ What new conceited Preparation's this?

_Cur._ Sir, when you know this Face, it will inform you.
[Pulls off his false Beard.

_Fred._ _Curtius_! I am betray'd, oh Villain! [Offers to fight.

_Cur._ Ho, within there--
[He calls, and all the masked Men come out, and offer their
Pistols at _Frederick_.