_Fred._ Come, do not weep, sweet Youth, thou art too young, To have thy blooming Cheeks blasted with sorrow; Thou wilt out-grow this childish Inclination, And shalt see Beauties here, whose every glance Kindle new Fires, and quite expel the old. _Clo._ Oh, never, Sir. _Fred._ When I was first in love, I thought so too, But now with equal ardour I doat upon each new and beauteous Object. _Clo._ And quite forget the old? _Fred._ Not so; but when I see them o’er again, I find I love them as I did before. _Clo._ Oh God forbid, I should be so inconstant! No, Sir, though she be false, she has my Heart, And I can die, but not redeem the Victim. _Fred._ Away, you little Fool, you make me sad By this resolve: but I’ll instruct you better. _Clo._ I would not make you sad for all the World. Sir, I will sing, or dance, do any thing That may divert you. _Fred._ I thank thee, _Philibert_, and will accept Thy Bounty; perhaps it may allay thy Griefs awhile too. _Clo._ I’ll call the Musick, Sir. [She goes out. _Fred._ This Boy has strange agreements in him. Enter _Cloris_ with Musick. _She bids them play, and dances a Jig._ This was wondrous kind, my pretty _Philibert_. [Exeunt Musick. Enter _Page_. _Page_. _Lorenzo_, my Lord, begs admittance. _Fred._ He may come in. [Exit _Page_. Enter _Lorenzo_. --Well, _Lorenzo_, what’s the News with thee? --How goes the price of Beauty, hah? _Lor._ My Lord, that question is _a propos_ to What I have to say; this Paper will answer your Question, Sir-- [Gives him a Paper, he reads. --Hah, I vow to gad a lovely Youth; [_Lor._ gazes on _Phil._ But what makes he here with _Frederick_? This Stripling may chance to mar my market of Women now-- ‘Tis a fine Lad, how plump and white he is; [Aside. Would I could meet him somewhere i’th’ dark, I’d have a fling at him, and try whether I Were right _Florentine_. _Fred._ Well, Sir, where be these Beauties? _Lor._ I’ll conduct you to them. _Fred._ What’s the Fellow that brings them? _Lor._ A _Grecian_, I think, or something. _Fred._ Beauties from _Greece_, Man! _Lor._ Why, let them be from the Devil, So they be new and fine, what need we care? --But you must go to night. _Fred._ I am not in a very good condition To make Visits of that kind. _Lor._ However, see them, and if you like them, You may oblige the Fellow to a longer stay, For I know they are handsome. _Fred._ That’s the only thing thou art judge of; --Well, go you and prepare them; And _Philibert_, thou shalt along with me; I’ll have thy Judgment too. _Clo._ Good Heaven, how false he is! [Aside. _Lor._ What time will your Highness come? _Fred._ Two Hours hence. [Ex. _Fred._ _Lor._ So then I shall have time to have a bout With this jilting Huswife _Isabella_, For my Fingers itch to be at her. [Aside. [Ex. _Lorenzo_.