I never knew the pains of Fear till now; Sighs.
And you must needs forgive the Faults you make,
For had I still remain’d in Innocence,
I should have still believ’d you.
Fred. Why, dost thou not, my Love?
Clo. Some doubts I have, but when I look on you,
Though I must blush to do so, they all vanish;
But I provide against your absence, Sir.
Fred. Make no provision, Cloris, but of Hope,
Prepare thy self against a Wedding day,