_Lor._ Then she’s an idle peevish Slut, I’ll warrant her. _Cur._ Conclude it so, and leave me. _Lor._ Nay, now thou hast said the only thing that could Keep me with thee, thou mayst be desperate; I’ll Tell you, _Curtius_, these female Mischiefs make Men Take dangerous Resolutions sometimes. Enter _Alberto_. _Alb._ _Curtius_, I’ve something to deliver to your Ear. [Whispers. _Cur._ Any thing from _Alberto_ is welcome. _Lor._ Well, I will be hang’d if there be not some Mischief in agitation; it cannot be wenching; They look all too dull and sober for that; And besides, then I should have been a party concern’d. _Cur._ The place and time. _Alb._ An hour hence i’th’ Grove by the River-side. _Cur._ Alone, thou say’st? _Alb._ Alone, the Prince will have it so. _Cur._ I will not fail a moment. [Ex. _Alb._ --So this has eas’d my heart of half its Load. _Lor._ I’ll sneak away, for this is some fighting Business, and I may perhaps be invited a Second, A Compliment I care not for. [Offers to go. _Cur._ _Lorenzo_, a word with you. _Lor._ ‘Tis so, what shall I do now? [Aside. _Cur._ Stay. _Lor._ I am a little in haste, my Lord. _Cur._ I shall soon dispatch you. _Lor._ I believe so, for I am half dead already With Fear. [Aside.] --Sir, I have promis’d to make a visit To a Lady, and-- _Cur._ What I’ve to say will not detain you long. _Lor._ What a Dog was I, I went not When he first desir’d me to go! Oh Impertinency, thou art justly rewarded! _Cur._ _Lorenzo_, may I believe you love me? _Lor._ Now what shall I say, Ay or no? [Aside. The Devil take me if I know. _Cur._ Will you do me a favour? _Lor._ There ‘tis again. [Aside. _Cur._ I know I may trust thee with a secret. _Lor._ Truly, _Curtius_, I cannot tell. In some cases I am not very retentive. _Cur._ I am going about a business, that perhaps May take up all the time I have to live, And I may never see thy Sister more; Will you oblige me in a Message to her? _Lor._ You know you may command me; --I’m glad ‘tis no worse. [Aside. _Cur._ Come, go with me into my Cabinet, And there I’ll write to _Laura_; And prithee if thou hear’st that I am dead, Tell her I fell a Sacrifice to her, And that’s enough, she understands the rest. _Lor._ But harkye, _Curtius_, by your favour, this is but a Scurvy Tale to carry to your Mistress; I hope you are not in earnest. _Cur._ Yes. _Lor._ Yes! why, what a foolish idle humour’s this in you? I vow ‘twill go near to break the poor Girl’s Heart;-- Come, be advis’d, Man. _Cur._ Perhaps I may consider on’t for that reason. _Lor._ There are few that go about such businesses, But have one thing or other to consider in favour of Life; I find that even in the most magnanimous:-- Prithee who is’t with? _Cur._ That’s counsel: and pray let this too which I have Told you be a Secret, for ‘twill concern your Life.