They’ve done far greater Miracles.
Lau. Sir, ’tis in vain you tell me of their Power,
Unless they could have made a nobler Conquest
Than Hearts that yield to every petty Victor.
—Look on me well,
Can nothing here inform you of my Soul,
And how it scorns to treat on these Conditions? Looks on him, he gazes with a half Smile.
Fred. Faith, no, Laura.
I see nothing there but wondrous Beauty,
And a deal of needless Pride and Scorn,