Cur. And have you seen her, Sir, in all this Beauty?
Oh Hell! Aside.
Fred. Curtius, I will not hide my Soul from thee;
I have seen all the marvels of that Maid.
Cur. My Soul, learn now the Art of being disguis’d; Aside.
—’Tis much, my Lord, that one
Bred in such simple Innocence,
Should learn so soon so much of Confidence:
Pray, Sir, what Arts and Cunning do you use?
Fred. Faith, time and importunity refuse no body.