Cur. I humbly thank you, Sir.
Fred. Come let us haste, the Day comes on apace. Ex. Fred.
Cur. I’ll wait upon you, Sir.
Oh Cloris, thou’rt undone, false amorous Girl;
Was it for this I bred thee in obscurity,
Without permitting thee to know what Courts meant,
Lest their too powerful Temptation
Might have betray’d thy Soul?
Not suffering thee to know thy Name or Parents,
[Thinking an humble Life] might have secur’d thy Virtue: