_Clo._ Call me, _Philibert_, or any thing; And be familiar with me: put on thy Hat, lest any come and see us. _Guil._ ‘Tis a hard name, but I’ll learn it by heart. --Well, _Philibert_--What shall we do when we come to Court? [Puts on his Hat. Besides eating and drinking, which I shall do in abundance. _Clo._ We must get each of us a Service: --But thou art such a Clown. _Guil._ Nay, say not so, honest _Philibert_: for look ye, I am much the properer Fellow of the two. [Walks. _Clo._ Well, try thy fortune; but be sure you never discover Me, whatever Questions may chance to be asked thee. _Guil._ I warrant thee, honest Lad, I am true and trusty; But I must be very familiar with you, you say. _Clo._ Yes, before Company. _Guil._ Pray let me begin and practise a little now, An’t please you, for fear I should not be saucy enough, When we arrive at Court. _Clo._ I’ll warrant you you’ll soon learn there. _Guil._ Oh Lord, _Philibert!_ _Philibert!_ I see a Man a coming Most deadly fine, let’s run away. _Clo._ Thus thou hast serv’d me all this night, There’s not a Bush we come at, but thou start’st thus. _Guil._ ‘Tis true you are a Lover, and may stay the danger on’t; But I’ll make sure for one. _Clo._ It is the Prince, oh Gods! what makes he here? With Looks disorder’d too; this Place is fit for Death and sad Despair; the melancholy Spring a sleepy murmur makes, A proper Consort for departing Souls, When mix’d with dying Groans, and the thick Boughs Compose a dismal Roof; Dark as the gloomy Shades of Death or Graves. --He comes this way, I’ll hide my self awhile. [Goes behind a Bush. Enter _Frederick_. _Fred._ But yet not this, nor my despight to _Laura_, Shall make me out of love with Life, Whilst I have youthful Fires about my Heart: --Yet I must fight with _Curtius_, And so chastise the Pride of that fond Maid, Whose saucy Virtue durst controul my Flame. --And yet I love her not as I do _Cloris_; But fain I would have overcome that Chastity, Of which the foolish Beauty boasts so. _Clo._ _Curtius_, I thank thee, now I do believe thee. _Guilliam_, if thou seest any fighting anon, [The Prince walks. Be sure you run out and call some body. _Guil._ You need not bid me run away, when I once See them go to that. Enter _Curtius_. _Cur._ Sir, I am come as you commanded me. _Fred._ When you consider what you’ve lately done, You will not wonder why I sent for you; And when I mean to fight, I do not use to parly: Come draw. _Cur._ Shew me my Enemy, and then if I am slow-- _Fred._ I am he, needst thou one more powerful? _Cur._ You, Sir! what have I done to make you so? _Fred._ If yet thou want’st a further proof of it, Know I’ll dispute my Claim to _Laura_.