_Alb._ By double Ties you now unite our Souls; Though I can hardly credit what I see, The Happiness so newly is arriv’d. [To _Ant._ Enter _Prince_, _Lorenzo_, and _Guilliam_, who comes up scraping to _Cloris_. _Fred._ My Father is the kindest Man on Earth, And _Cloris_ shall be welcome to his Bosom; Who’ll make him happy in my Reformation. --Here, _Curtius_, take _Laura_, who, I find, Had rather be my Sister than my Mistress: The Duke commands it so. _Cur._ Till you have pardon’d me my late Offences, I must deny myself so great a Happiness. [_Cur._ kneels. _Fred._ Rise, you have it. Enter _Salvator_. _Sal._ Is here not a Runegado belongs to me? _Lau._ No, Sir, my Faith’s entire, And _Curtius_ has the keeping of it. _Sal._ Who made him Master of it, hau? _Lau._ Heaven, my Inclinations and the Prince. _Sal._ Three powerful Opposers; Take her, since it must be so, And mayst thou be happy with her. _Fred._ _Alberto_, would this Court afforded A Lady worthy thee. _Alb._ Sir, I’m already sped, I humbly thank you. _Lor._ Sped, quoth ye? Heaven defend Me from such Fortune. _Fred._ _Lorenzo_, I had forgot thee; thou shalt e’en marry too. _Lor._ You may command me any thing but marrying. _Isab._ What think you then of a smooth-fac’d Boy? _Lor._ A Pox on him, sure he will not tell now, will he? _Isab._ My Lord, I beg your leave to challenge _Lorenzo_. _Fred._ What, to a Duel, _Philibert_? _Lor._ _Phil._ _Phil._ hold, do not ruin the Reputation Of a Man that has acquir’d Fame amongst the female Sex; I protest I did but jest. _Isab._ But, Sir, I’m in earnest with you. _Fred._ This is not _Philibert_. _Isab._ No, Sir, but _Isabella_--that was _Philibert_. [Pointing to _Cloris_. _Clo._ Yes, Sir, I was the happy Boy to be belov’d, When _Cloris_ was forgotten. _Fred._ Oh, how you raise my Love and Shame! But why did _Isabella_ change her Habit? _Clo._ Only to take my place, lest you should miss me, Who being with _Laura_, at the Lodgings of _Clarina_, And comparing the Words of her Letter With what the Bravoes had confess’d to _Antonio_, We found the Plot which was laid for you, And join’d all to prevent it. _Fred._ ‘Twas sure the work of Heaven. _Isab._ And now, Sir, I come to claim a Husband here. _Fred._ Name him, and take him. _Isab._ _Lorenzo_, Sir. _Lor._ Of all Cheats, commend me to a Waiting-Gentlewoman; I her Husband? _Ant._ I am a Witness to that Truth. _Fred._ ‘Tis plain against you; come, you must be honest. _Lor._ Will you compel me to’t against my will? Oh Tyranny, consider, I am a Man of Quality and Fortune. _Isab._ As for my Qualities, you know I have sufficient, And Fortune, thanks to your Bounty, considerable too. _Fred._ No matter, he has enough for both.