They care not a Daisy for the Giver.
Clo. How comest thou so wise, Lucia?
Luc. Oh, the fine Gentleman that comes a-nights
With the Prince, told me so much, and bid me
Be sure never to part with it for fine Words;
For Men would lye as often as they swore;
And so bid me tell you too.
Clo. Oh Lucia!
Luc. Why do you sigh?
Clo. To think if Princes were like common Men,