Volume Iv Part 55 (1/2)

_Clo._ Oh G.o.d 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?