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_Galliard_, Servant to the Prince.
_Guilliam_, Man to _Cloris_, a Country-fellow.
Valet to _Antonio_.

WOMEN.

_Clarina_, Wife to _Antonio_.
_Ismena_, Sister to _Antonio_, in love with _Alberto_.
_Laura_, Sister to _Lorenzo_, in love with _Curtius_.
_Cloris_, Sister to _Curtius_, disguis'd like a Country Maid,
in love with _Frederick_.
_Isabella_, Woman to _Clarina_.
_Lucia_, Maid to _Cloris_.
Pages and Musick.

SCENE, The Court of _Florence_.

ACT I.

SCENE I. The Chamber of _Cloris_.

Enter _Cloris_ drest in her Night Attire, with _Frederick_
dressing himself.

_Clo._ And will you leave me now to Fears,
Which Love it self can hardly satisfy?
But those, and that together sure will kill me,
If you stay long away.

_Fred._ My Dear, 'tis almost day, and we must part;
Should those rude Eyes 'mongst whom thou dwell'st perceive us,
'Twould prove unhappy both to thee and me.

_Clo._ And will you, Sir, be constant to your Vows?

_Fred._ Ah Cloris! do not question what I've sworn;
If thou would'st have it once again repeated,
I'll do't. By all that's good, I'll marry thee;
By that most Holy Altar, before which we kneel'd,
When first I saw the brightest Saint that e'er ador'd it;
I'll marry none but thee, my dearest _Cloris_.

_Clo._ Sir, you have said enough to gain a credit
With any Maid, though she had been deceiv'd
By some such Flatteries as these before.
I never knew the pains of Fear till now; [Sighs.
And you must needs forgive the Faults you make,
For had I still remain'd in Innocence,
I should have still believ'd you.

_Fred._ Why, dost thou not, my Love?

_Clo._ Some doubts I have, but when I look on you,
Though I must blush to do so, they all vanish;
But I provide against your absence, Sir.

_Fred._ Make no provision, _Cloris_, but of Hope,
Prepare thy self against a Wedding day,
When thou shalt be a little Deity on Earth.

_Clo._ I know not what it is to dwell in Courts,
But sure it must be fine, since you are there;
Yet I could wish you were an humble Shepherd,
And knew no other Palace than this Cottage;
Where I would weave you Crowns, of Pinks and Daisies,
And you should be a Monarch every _May_.

_Fred._ And, _Cloris_, I could be content to sit
With thee, upon some shady River's Bank,
To hear thee sing, and tell a Tale of Love.
For these, alas! I could do a