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SCENE II.
Enter Curtius disguis'd in a Black Perruque and Beard, with
Pietro disguised also.
Curt.
Well, what hast thou learn'd?
Piet.
News enough Sir, but none good;
That the Princes wounds are small,
So that he intends to take the Air this evening;
That he solicites Laura hard;
And, Sir, that you are proclaim'd Traytor.
Curt.
So, what says the Messenger you sent to Cloris?
Piet.
Sir, he brings sad tydings back.
Curt.
What tydings? is she dead
That would revive my Soul,
And fortifie my easie nature with some wicked notions,
As deep as those this flattering Prince made use of,
When he betray'd my Sister; Prety Cloris:
—Come, speak it boldly, for nothing else
Will make me do her justice.
Piet.
No Sir, she is not dead,
But fled, and none knows whether;
Only Guilliam attends her.
Curt.
Worse and worse; but what of Laura?
Piet.
She, Sir, is kept a Prisoner by her Father.
And speaks with none but those that come from Frederick.
Curt.
Laura confin'd too; 'tis time to hasten then,
With my, till now, almost disarm'd revenge:
—Thus I may pass unknown the streets of Florence,
And find an opportunity to reach this Princes heart▪.
—Oh vengeance! luxurious vengeance,
Thy Pleasures turn a Rival to my love,
And make the mightier Conquest o're my heart.
—Cloris—I will revenge thy tears and sufferings;
And to secure the doom of him that wrong'd thee,
I'le call on injur'd Laura too.
—Here take these Pictures—and where thou see'st
[Gives him Boxes.