ACT. III.
SCENE. I.
Enter Frederick and Laura.
Fred.
L Aura, Consider well my quality,
And be not angry with your Fathers Confidence,
Who left us here alone.
Lau.
He will repent that Freedom when he knows,
What use you've made on't Sir.
Fred.
Fy, fy, Laura, a Lady bred at Court, and
Yet want Complaisance enough to entertain
A Gallant in private: this coy Humour
Is not Ala mode.
—Be not so peevish with a heart that dyes for you.
Lau.
Pray tell me Sir, what is't in me that can
Encourage this?
Fred.
That which is in all Lovely Women, Laura;
A thousand blushes play about your Cheeks,
Which shows the briskness of the blood that warms them.
—If I but tell you how I do adore you,
You straight decline your Eyes,
Which does declare you understand my meaning,
And every smile or frown betrays your thoughts,