Enter Maid.
Maid. Curtius, Madam, waits without.
Fred. I do not like his haste,
—Tell him he cannot be admitted now.
Lau. Sir, he is one that merits better treatment from you;
How can you injure thus the Man you love?
Fred. Oh Madam, ask your Eyes, those powerful Attracts.
And do not call their Forces so in question,
As to believe they kindle feeble Fires,
Such as a Friendship can surmount. No, Laura,