_Fred._ I never thought I should have loved her. Is't come to this, after all my boastings and declarations against it? Sure I loved her before, and did not know it, till I feared to lose her: There's the reason. I had never desired her, if my father had not. This is just the longing of a woman: She never finds the appetite in herself, till she sees the meat on another's plate. I'm glad, however, you took the impression of the key; but 'twas not well to fright them. _Asca._ Sir, I could not help it; but here's the effect on't: the workman sat up all night to make it. [_Gives a key._ _Fred._ This key will admit me into the seraglio of the godly. The monastery has begun the war, in sallying out upon the world; and therefore 'tis but just that the world should make reprisals on the monastery. _Asca._ Alas, sir, you and Lucretia do but skirmish; 'tis I and Hippolita that make the war: 'Tis true, opportunity has been wanting for a battle, but the forces have been stoutly drawn up on both sides. As for your concernment, I come just now from the monastery; and have orders from your Platonic mistress to tell you, she expects you this evening in the garden of the nunnery; withal, she delivered me this letter for you. _Fred._ Give it me. _Asca._ O, sir, the duke your father! [_The Prince takes the letter, and, thinking to put it up hastily, drops it._ _Enter Duke._ _Duke._ Now, Frederick, not abroad yet? _Fred._ Your last night's entertainment left me so weary, sir, that I overslept myself this morning. _Duke._ I rather envy you than blame you: Our sleep is certainly the most pleasant portion of our lives. For my own part, I spent the night waking and restless. _Fred._ Has any thing of moment happened to discompose your highness? _Duke._ I'll confess my follies to you: I am in love with a lady I saw last night in masquerade. _Fred._ 'Tis strange she should conceal herself. _Duke._ She has, from my best search; yet I took exact notice of her masking habit, and described it to those whom I employed to find her. _Fred._ [_Aside._] 'Sdeath, it lies there unremoved, and, if he turns himself, full in his eye. Now, now, 'twill be discovered. _Duke._ For 'twas extremely remarkable. I remember very well, 'twas a loose long robe, streaked black and white, girt with a large silver ribband, and the vizor was a Moor's face. _Fred._ [_Running to the chair where the habits are sits down._] Sir, I beg pardon of your highness for this rudeness; I am--O, Oh!-- _Duke._ What's the matter? _Fred._ I am taken so extremely ill o' the sudden, that I am forced to sit before you. _Duke._ Alas, what's your distemper? _Fred._ A most violent griping, which pulls me together on a heap. _Duke._ Some cold, I fear, you took last night. [_Runs to the door._] Who waits there? Call physicians to the prince.