Fred.—But why should this interposing Virtue check me?
—Stay, Laura, tell me; must you marry Curtius?
Lau. Yes, Sir, I must.
Fred. Laura, you must not.
Lau. How, Sir!
Fred. I say you shall not marry him,
Unless you offer up a Victim,
That may appease the Anger you have rais’d in me.
Lau. I’ll offer up a thousand Prayers and Tears.
Fred. That will not do.