[ ACT I.]
[ Scene I.] The Chamber of Cloris.
Enter Cloris drest in her Night Attire, with Frederick dressing himself.
Clo. And will you leave me now to Fears,
Which Love it self can hardly satisfy?
But those, and that together sure will kill me,
If you stay long away.
Fred. My Dear, ’tis almost day, and we must part;
[Should those] rude Eyes ’mongst whom thou dwell’st perceive us,
’Twould prove unhappy both to thee and me.