_Fred._ Pretty _Virago_, how you raise my Love? --I have a Dagger too; what will you do? [Shows her a Dagger. Enter _Curtius_. _Cur._ How! the Prince! arm’d against _Laura_ too! [Draws. _Fred._ Traitor, dost draw upon thy Prince? _Cur._ Your Pardon, Sir, I meant it on a Ravisher, A foul misguided Villain, [Bows. One that scarce merits the brave name of Man; One that betrays his Friend, forsakes his Wife, And would commit a Rape upon my Mistress. _Fred._ Her Presence is thy Safety, be gone and leave me. _Cur._ By no means, Sir; the Villain may return, To which fair _Laura_, should not be expos’d. _Fred._ Slave, dar’st thou disobey? [Offers to fight. _Cur._ Hold, Sir, and do not make me guilty of a Sin, Greater than that of yours. Enter _Salvator_. _Salv._ Gods pity me; here’s fine doings!--Why, how Came this roistring Youngster into my House? Sir, Who sent for you, hah? _Cur._ Love. _Salv._ Love, with a Witness to whom? my Daughter? --No, Sir, she’s otherwise dispos’d of I can assure You. Be gone and leave my House, and that quickly Too; and thank me that I do not secure Thee for a Traitor. _Cur._ Will you not hear me speak? _Salv._ Not a word, Sir, go, be gone; unless your Highness will have him apprehended. [To _Fred._ _Fred._ No, Sir, it shall not need--_Curtius_, look To hear from me.-- [Comes up to him, and tells him so in a menacing Tone, and go out severally. _Salv._ Go, Mrs. _Minks_, get you in. [Ex. _Salv._ and _Lau._ SCENE II. A Street. Enter _Frederick_ passing in Anger over the Stage, meets _Lorenzo_. _Lor._ O Sir, I’m glad I’ve found you; for I have the rarest News for you. _Fred._ What News? _Lor._ Oh the Devil, he’s angry;--Why, Sir, the prettiest young-- _Fred._ There’s for your Intelligence. [Strikes him, and goes out. _Lor._ So, very well; how mortal is the favour of Princes! these be turns of State now; what the Devil ails he trow; sure he could not be Offended with the News I have brought him; If he be, he’s strangely out of tune: And sure he has too much Wit to grow virtuous at these Years. No, no, he has had some repulse from a Lady; and that’s a wonder; for he has a Tongue and a Purse that seldom fails: if Youth and Vigour would Stretch as far, he were the wonder of the Age. Enter _Curtius_. _Cur._ _Lorenzo_, didst thou see the Prince? _Lor._ Marry, did I, and feel him too. _Cur._ Why, did he strike you? _Lor._ I’m no true Subject if he did not; and that Only for doing that Service which once was most acceptable To him.--Prithee what’s the matter with him, hah? _Cur._ I know not, leave me. _Lor._ Leave thee, what, art thou out of humour too? Let me but know who ‘tis has disoblig’d thee, and I’ll-- _Cur._ What wilt thou? _Lor._ Never see his Face more, if a Man. _Cur._ And what if a Woman?