Volume Iv Part 62 (1/2)

_Ant._ With perfect Joy, _Ismena_, I resign thee, [_Ant._ gives him _Ism._

_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 sc.r.a.ping 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 s.e.x; 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_.