_Cur._ That must not be with me, Sir; God forbid that I should raise my Arm against my Prince. --If _Laura_ have so little Faith and Virtue, To render up that Right belongs to me, With all my heart I yield her To any but to you: And, Sir, for your own sake you must not have her. _Fred._ Your Reason? _Cur._ Sir, you’re already married. _Fred._ Thou lyest, and seek’st excuses for thy Cowardice. _Cur._ I wish you would recal that hasty Injury; Yet this I’ll bear from you, who know ‘tis false. _Fred._ Will nothing move thee? _Cur._ You would believe so, Sir, if I should tell you, That besides all this, I have a juster Cause. _Fred._ Juster than that of _Laura_? call it up, then, And let it save thee from a further shame. _Cur._ Yes, so I will, ‘tis that of _Cloris_, Who needs my aids much more; Do you remember such a Virgin, Sir? For so she was till she knew _Frederick_, The sweetest Innocent that ever Nature made. _Fred._ Not thy own Honour, nor thy Love to _Laura_, Would make thee draw, and now at _Cloris’. Name Thou art incens’d, thy Eyes all red with Rage: --Oh, thou hast rouz’d my Soul! Nor would I justify my Wrongs to her, Unless it were to satisfy my Jealousy, Which thou hast rais’d in me by this concern. --Draw, or I’ll kill thee. _Cur._ Stay, Sir, and hear me out. _Fred._ I will not stay, now I reflect on all Thy former kindness to her-- _Cur._ I will not fight, but I’ll defend my self. [They fight. _Fred._ We are betray’d. _Cur._ Yes, Sir, and you are wounded. [_Guil._ runs bawling out, they are both wounded. _Clo._ Oh Heaven defend the Prince! [She peeps. _Fred._ I hear some coming, go, be gone, And save thy self by flight. [_Frederick_ stands leaning on his Sword. _Cur._ Sir, give me leave to stay, my flight will look like Guilt. _Fred._ By no means, _Curtius_, thou wilt be taken here, And thou shalt never charge me with that Crime of betraying Thee: when we meet next, we’ll end it. _Cur._ I must obey you then. [Exit. Enter _Cloris_. _Clo._ Sir, has the Villain hurt you? [She supports him. --Pray Heaven my Sorrows do not betray me now; For since he’s false, I fain would die conceal’d. [Aside. --Shew me your Wound, and I will tie it up. Alas, you bleed extremely.-- _Fred._ Kind Youth, thy Succours are in vain, though welcome; For though I bleed, I am not wounded much. _Clo._ No? why did you let him pass unpunish’d then, Who would have hurt you more? Enter _Guilliam_ with _Galliard_. _Gal._ Where was’t? _Guil._ Look ye, Sir, there, don’t you see them? _Gal._ How does your Highness? This Fellow told me Of a quarrel here, which made me haste. _Fred._ Be silent, and carry me to my own apartment. _Gal._ Alas, Sir, is it you that fought? _Fred._ No more Questions.-- Kind Boy, pray leave me not till I have found A way to recompense thy pretty care of me.