Fred. Malice, against whom, prithee?
Lor. Why, why, Sir, the humorous old Fellow,
My Father,
He will not hear reason from me when I am sober.
My Lord, you know Curtius is an honest Fellow,
And one of us too;
My Sister Laura is a good pretty Wench,
He loves her, and she likes him;
And because this testy old Blade has done himself,
Do you think I can bring him to consider?