Enter Frederick and Laura.
Fred. Laura, consider well my Quality,
And be not angry with your Father’s Confidence,
Who left us here alone.
Lau. He will repent that Freedom when he knows
What use you’ve made on’t, Sir.
Fred. Fy, fy, Laura, a Lady bred at Court, and
Yet want complaisance enough to entertain
A Gallant in private! this coy Humour
Is not à-la-mode.—Be not so peevish with a Heart that dies for you.