, if thou seest any fighting anon, [The Prince walks.
Be sure you run out and call some body.

_Guil._ You need not bid me run away, when I once
See them go to that.

Enter _Curtius_.

_Cur._ Sir, I am come as you commanded me.

_Fred._ When you consider what you've lately done,
You will not wonder why I sent for you;
And when I mean to fight, I do not use to parly:
Come draw.

_Cur._ Shew me my Enemy, and then if I am slow--

_Fred._ I am he, needst thou one more powerful?

_Cur._ You, Sir! what have I done to make you so?

_Fred._ If yet thou want'st a further proof of it,
Know I'll dispute my Claim to _Laura_.

_Cur._ That must not be with me, Sir;
God forbid that I should raise my Arm against my Prince.
--If _Laura_ have so little Faith and Virtue,
To render up that Right belongs to me,
With all my heart I yield her
To any but to you:
And, Sir, for your own sake you must not have her.

_Fred._ Your Reason?

_Cur._ Sir, you're already married.

_Fred._ Thou lyest, and seek'st excuses for thy Cowardice.

_Cur._ I wish you would recal that hasty Injury;
Yet this I'll bear from you, who know 'tis false.

_Fred._ Will nothing move thee?

_Cur._ You would believe so, Sir, if I should tell you,
That besides all this, I have a juster Cause.

_Fred._ Juster than that of _Laura_? call it up, then,
And let it save thee from a further shame.

_Cur._ Yes, so I will, 'tis that of _Cloris_,
Who needs my aids much more;
Do you remember such a Virgin, Sir?
For so she was till she knew _Frederick_,
The sweetest Innocent that ever Nature made.

_Fred._ Not thy own Honour, nor thy Love to _Laura_,
Would make thee draw, and now at _Cloris'_ Name
Thou art incens'd, thy Eyes all red with Rage:
--Oh, thou hast rouz'd my Soul!
Nor would I justify my Wrongs to her,
Unless it were to satisfy my Jealousy,
Which thou hast rais'd in me by this concern.
--Draw, or I'll kill thee.

_Cur._ Stay, Sir, and hear me out.

_Fred._ I will not stay, now I reflect on all
Thy former kindness to her--

_Cur._ I will not fight, but I'll defend my self. [They fight.

_Fred._ We are betray'd.

_Cur._ Yes, Sir, and you are wounded.
[_Guil._ runs bawling out, they are both wounded.

_Clo._ Oh Heaven defend the Prince! [She peeps.

_Fred._ I hear some coming, go, be gone,
And save thy self by flight.