t thou?

_Guil._ What am I? why, what am I? dost thou not see
What I am? a Courtier, Friend.

_Cur._ But what's thy Name?

_Guil._ My Name, I have not yet considered.

_Cur._ What was thy Name?

_Guil._ What was my Name?

_Cur._ Yes, Friend, thou hadst one.

_Guil._ Yes, Friend, thou hadst one.

_Cur._ Dog, do'st eccho me? do'st thou repeat?
I say again, what is thy Name? [Shakes him.

_Guil._ Oh horrible!--why, Sir, it was _Guilliam_
When I was a silly Swain.

_Cur._ _Guilliam_--the same;
Didst thou not know a Maid whose name was _Cloris_?

_Guil._ Yes, there was such a Maid,
But now she's none!

_Cur._ Was such a Maid, but now she's none!
--The Slave upbraids my Griefs. [Aside.

_Guil._ Yes, Sir, so I said.

_Cur._ So you said!

_Guil._ Why, yes, Sir, what, do you repeat?

_Cur._ What mean you, Sirrah? have you a mind to
Have your Throat cut? tell me where she is.

_Guil._ I dare as well be hang'd.
Now must I devise a lye, or never look _Cloris_
In the Face more. [Aside.

_Cur._ Here's Gold for thee; I will be secret too.

_Guil._ Oh, Sir, the poor Maid you speak of is dead.

_Cur._ Dead! where dy'd she? and how?

_Guil._ Now am I put to my wits; this 'tis to begin
In Sin, as our Curate said: I must go on: [Aside.
--Why, Sir, she came into the Wood--and hard by a
River-side--she sigh'd, and she wept full sore;
And cry'd two or three times out upon _Curtius_,
--And--then-- [Howls.

_Cur._ Poor _Cloris_, thy Fate was too severe.

_Guil._ And then as I was saying, Sir,
She leapt into the River, and swam up the Stream. [_Cur._ weeps.

_Piet._ And why up the Stream, Friend?

_Guil._ Because she was a Woman--and that's all. [Ex. _Guil._

_Cur._ Farewel, and thank thee.
--Poor _Cloris_ dead, and banish'd too from _Laura_!
Was ever wretched Lover's Fate like mine!
--And he who injures me, has power to do so;
--But why, where lies this Power about this Man?
Is it his Charms of Beauty, or of Wit?
Or that great Name he has acquir'd in War?
Is it the Majesty, that holy something,
That guards the Person of this Demi-god?
This awes not me, there must be something more.
For ever, when I call upon my Wrongs,
Something within me pleads so kindly for him,
As would persuade me that he could not err.
--Ah, what is this? where lies this Power divine,
That can so easi