over-heard the Plot,
Which, Sir, _Antonio_ did contrive with you,
To make a feigned Courtship to _Clarina_,
And told us all the story.

_Alb._ Oh, how I'm ravish'd with my Happiness!

_Ism._ _Clarina_, Sir, at first was much inrag'd,
And vow'd she would revenge her on _Antonio_;
But I besought her to be pleas'd again,
And said I would contrive a Counter-Plot,
Should satisfy her Honour and Revenge.
Thus, Sir, I got a Garment like to hers;
And to be courted, though but in jest, by you,
I run all hazards of my Brother's Anger,
And your opinion of my Lightness too.

_Clar._ 'Twas a Temptation, Sir, I would not venture on,
Lest from the reasons of a just Revenge,
And so much Beauty as _Alberto_ own'd,
My Virtue should not well secure your Interest.

_Ant._ But why, _Ismena_, was that killing Plot,
When I was hid behind the Arras? for now I confess all.

_Ism._ To make _Alberto_ confident of my Love,
And try his Friendship to the utmost point.
--_Alberto_ too I found had some reserves,
Which I believ'd his Amity to you.

_Alb._ Yes, Madam, whilst I took you for his Wife,
I thought it crime enough but to adore you;
But now I may with honour own my Passion:
I will, _Ismena_, confidently assure you,
That I will die, unless you pity me.

_Ism._ She that durst tell you, Sir, how much she lov'd,
When you believ'd it was a Sin to do so,
Will now make good that Promise with _Antonio's_ leave.

_Ant._ With perfect Joy, _Ismena_, I resign thee,
[_Ant._ gives him _Ism._

_Alb._ By double Ties you now unite our Souls;
Though I can hardly credit what I see,
The Happiness so newly is arriv'd. [To _Ant._

Enter _Prince_, _Lorenzo_, and _Guilliam_, who comes up scraping
to _Cloris_.

_Fred._ My Father is the kindest Man on Earth,
And _Cloris_ shall be welcome to his Bosom;
Who'll make him happy in my Reformation.
--Here, _Curtius_, take _Laura_, who, I find,
Had rather be my Sister than my Mistress:
The Duke commands it so.

_Cur._ Till you have pardon'd me my late Offences,
I must deny myself so great a Happiness. [_Cur._ kneels.

_Fred._ Rise, you have it.

Enter _Salvator_.

_Sal._ Is here not a Runegado belongs to me?

_Lau._ No, Sir, my Faith's entire,
And _Curtius_ has the keeping of it.

_Sal._ Who made him Master of it, hau?

_Lau._ Heaven, my Inclinations and the Prince.

_Sal