be careful that you keep conceal'd. [Offers to go.

_Lau._ I humbly thank you, Sir.

_Fred._--But why should this interposing Virtue check me?
--Stay, _Laura_, tell me; must you marry _Curtius_?

_Lau._ Yes, Sir, I must.

_Fred._ _Laura_, you must not.

_Lau._ How, Sir!

_Fred._ I say you shall not marry him,
Unless you offer up a Victim,
That may appease the Anger you have rais'd in me.

_Lau._ I'll offer up a thousand Prayers and Tears.

_Fred._ That will not do.
Since thou'st deny'd my just Pretensions to thee,
No less than what I told you of shall satisfy me.

_Lau._ Oh, where is all your Honour and your Virtue?

_Fred_. Just where it was, there's no such real thing.
I know that thou wert made to be possest,
And he that does refuse it, loves thee least.
--There's danger in my Love, and your Delay,
And you are most secure whilst you obey. [He pulls her gently.

_Lau._ Then this shall be my safety, hold off, [She draws a Dagger.
Or I'll forget you are my Prince. [He laughs.

_Fred._ Pretty _Virago_, how you raise my Love?
--I have a Dagger too; what will you do? [Shows her a Dagger.

Enter _Curtius_.

_Cur._ How! the Prince! arm'd against _Laura_ too! [Draws.

_Fred._ Traitor, dost draw upon thy Prince?

_Cur._ Your Pardon, Sir, I meant it on a Ravisher,
A foul misguided Villain, [Bows.
One that scarce merits the brave name of Man;
One that betrays his Friend, forsakes his Wife,
And would commit a Rape upon my Mistress.

_Fred._ Her Presence is thy Safety, be gone and leave me.

_Cur._ By no means, Sir; the Villain may return,
To which fair _Laura_, should not be expos'd.

_Fred._ Slave, dar'st thou disobey? [Offers to fight.

_Cur._ Hold, Sir, and do not make me guilty of a Sin,
Greater than that of yours.

Enter _Salvator_.

_Salv._ Gods pity me; here's fine doings!--Why, how
Came this roistring Youngster into my House? Sir,
Who sent for you, hah?

_Cur._ Love.

_Salv._ Love, with a Witness to whom? my Daughter?
--No, Sir, she's otherwise dispos'd of I can assure
You. Be gone and leave my House, and that quickly
Too; and thank me that I do not secure
Thee for a Traitor.

_Cur._ Will you not hear me speak?

_Salv._ Not a word, Sir, go, be gone; unless your
Highness will have him apprehended. [To _Fred._

_Fred._ No, Sir, it shall not need--_Curt