._ Three powerful Opposers;
Take her, since it must be so,
And mayst thou be happy with her.

_Fred._ _Alberto_, would this Court afforded
A Lady worthy thee.

_Alb._ Sir, I'm already sped, I humbly thank you.

_Lor._ Sped, quoth ye? Heaven defend
Me from such Fortune.

_Fred._ _Lorenzo_, I had forgot thee; thou shalt e'en marry too.

_Lor._ You may command me any thing but marrying.

_Isab._ What think you then of a smooth-fac'd Boy?

_Lor._ A Pox on him, sure he will not tell now, will he?

_Isab._ My Lord, I beg your leave to challenge _Lorenzo_.

_Fred._ What, to a Duel, _Philibert_?

_Lor._ _Phil._ _Phil._ hold, do not ruin the Reputation
Of a Man that has acquir'd Fame amongst the female Sex;
I protest I did but jest.

_Isab._ But, Sir, I'm in earnest with you.

_Fred._ This is not _Philibert_.

_Isab._ No, Sir, but _Isabella_--that was _Philibert_.
[Pointing to _Cloris_.

_Clo._ Yes, Sir, I was the happy Boy to be belov'd,
When _Cloris_ was forgotten.

_Fred._ Oh, how you raise my Love and Shame!
But why did _Isabella_ change her Habit?

_Clo._ Only to take my place, lest you should miss me,
Who being with _Laura_, at the Lodgings of _Clarina_,
And comparing the Words of her Letter
With what the Bravoes had confess'd to _Antonio_,
We found the Plot which was laid for you,
And join'd all to prevent it.

_Fred._ 'Twas sure the work of Heaven.

_Isab._ And now, Sir, I come to claim a Husband here.

_Fred._ Name him, and take him.

_Isab._ _Lorenzo_, Sir.

_Lor._ Of all Cheats, commend me to a Waiting-Gentlewoman;
I her Husband?

_Ant._ I am a Witness to that Truth.

_Fred._ 'Tis plain against you; come, you must be honest.

_Lor._ Will you compel me to't against my will?
Oh Tyranny, consider, I am a Man of Quality and Fortune.

_Isab._ As for my Qualities, you know I have sufficient,
And Fortune, thanks to your Bounty, considerable too.

_Fred._ No matter, he has enough for both.

_Lor._ Nay, Sir, an you be against me,
'Tis time to reform in my own defence;
But 'tis a thing I never consider'd, or thought on.

_Fred._ Marry first, and consider afterwards.

_Lor._ That's the usual way, I confess;
Come, _Isabella_, since the Prince commands it,
I do not love thee, but yet I'll not forswear it;
Since a greater Miracle than that is wrought,
And that's my marrying thee;
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