._ I own the Crime;
And first I beg thy Pardon,
And after that will get it from _Clarina_;
Which done, I'll wait upon thee to the Camp,
And suffer one year's Penance for this Sin,
Unless I could divert this Resolution,
By a Proposal _Clarina_ bid me make you.

_Alb._ What was it, Sir?

_Ant._ I have a Sister, Friend, a handsome Virgin,
Rich, witty, and I think she's virtuous too;
Return'd last Week from St. _Teresia's_ Monastery.

_Alb._ Sure any thing that is to thee ally'd,
Must find a more than bare Respect from me;
But certain 'tis I ne'er shall love again,
And have resolv'd never to marry any,
Where Interest, and not Love, must join our hands.

_Ant._ You cannot tell what Power there lies in Beauty;
Come, you shall see her, and if after that,
You find you cannot love her,
We'll both to _Candia_, where we both will prove
Rivals in Honour, as we're now in Love.
--But I'ad forgot to tell thee what I came for;
I must this Evening beg your Company,
Nay, and perhaps your Sword: come along with me,
And by the way I'll tell you the Adventure.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. The Lodgings of _Curtius_.

Enter _Curtius_ and _Pietro_, disguis'd as before.

_Cur._ I wonder we hear no news yet of the Prince,
I hope he'll come; _Pietro_, be the Bravoes ready,
And the Curtezans?

_Piet._ My Lord, they'll be here immediately, all well dress'd too.

_Cur._ They be those Bravoes that belong to me?

_Piet._ Yes, Sir, the same;
But _Antonio_ is their Patron.

_Cur._ They be stout and secret; 'tis well,
Is the Music and all things ready?
For I'll not be seen till my Part is to be play'd.
What Arms have they?

_Piet._ Pistols, Sir, would you have other?

_Cur._ No, I have not yet consider'd how to kill him,
Nor scarce resolv'd to do so any way.
What makes this strange Irresolution in me?
--Sure 'tis the force of sacred Amity,
Which but too strictly was observ'd by me.
--My Prince, and Friend, my Wife, and Sister too;
Shall not those last, the powerful first out-do?
My Honour, and my Love, are there ingag'd,
And here, by ties of Duty, I'm oblig'd:
I satisfy but these, if he must bleed;
But ruin the whole Dukedom in the Deed,
The hopeful Heir of all their noble Spoils,
And Joy and Recompence of all their Toils.
--Why, so was _Cloris_, _Laura_ too, to me,
Which both were ravish'd from me, Prince, by thee. [