Fred. Yes, yes, extremely,
And would be constant to the Vows I’ve made,
Were I a Man, as thou art of thy self;
But with the aid of Counsels I must chuse,
And what my Soul adores I must refuse.
Cur. This Passion, Sir, Possession will destroy,
And you’l love less, the more you do enjoy.
Fred. That’s all my hope of cure; I’ll ply that game,
And slacken by degrees th’ unworthy flame.
Cur. Methinks, my Lord, it had more generous been