Sword.
That Mercy possibly will redeem the rest
Of all the Wrongs you've done me;
And you shall find nothing but Sorrow here,
And a poor broken Heart that did adore you.

_Fred._ Rise, _Curtius_, and divide my Dukedom with me;
Do any thing that may preserve thy Life,
And gain my Pardon; alas, thy Honour's safe,
Since yet none knows that _Cloris_ was thy Sister,
Or if they do, I must proclaim this truth;
She dy'd thy Prince's Wife.

_Cur._ These Tidings would be welcome to my Sister,
And I the fitting'st Man to bear that News.

[Offers to stab himself; is held by _Frederick_, _Laura_, and
_Cloris_, who come in with _Isabella_, dress'd like _Philibert_,
and the rest.

_Lau._ Stay, _Curtius_, and take me with thee in the way.

_Cur._ _Laura_, my dearest _Laura_! how came you hither?

_Lau._ Commanded by your Letter; have you forgot it?

_Fred._ _Curtius_, look here, is this not _Cloris'_ Face?

_Cur._ The same; Oh my sweet Sister, is it thee?
[_Curtius_ goes to embrace her, she goes back.

_Fred._ Do not be shy, my Soul, it is thy Brother.

_Cur._ Yes, a Brother who despis'd his Life,
When he believ'd yours lost or sham'd:
But now the Prince will take a care of it.

_Clo._ May I believe my Soul so truly bless'd?

_Fred._ Yes, _Cloris_, and thus low I beg thy pardon [Kneels.
For all the Fears that I have made thee suffer.

Enter all the rest, first _Antonio_ and _Alberto_, without their
Vizors.

_Clo._ Rise, Sir, it is my Duty and my Glory.

_Alb._ Sir, we have Pardons too to beg of you.

_Fred._ _Antonio_ and _Alberto_, what, turn'd Bravoes?

_Cur._ I am amaz'd.

_Ant._ You'll cease your Wonder, Sir, when you shall know,
--Those Braves which formerly belong'd to you,
Are now maintain'd by me; which _Pietro_ hir'd
For this night's service; and from them we learnt
What was to be done, (though not on whom)
But that we guess'd, and thought it but our duty
To put this Cheat on _Curtius_;
Which had we seen had been resolv'd to kill you,
Had been by us prevented:
The Ladies too would needs be Curtezans
To serve your Highness.

_Fred._ I'm much oblig'd to them, as you.
--_Cloris_, a while I'll leave thee with thy Brother,
Till I have reconcil'd thee to my Father:
To marry me, is what he long has wish'd for,
And will, I know, receive this News with Joy. [Exit Prince.

_Lor._ Here'