Fred. Pretty Virago, how you raise my Love?
—I have a Dagger too; what will you do? Shows her a Dagger.
Enter Curtius.
Cur. How! the Prince! arm’d against Laura too! Draws.
Fred. Traitor, dost draw upon thy Prince?
Cur. Your Pardon, Sir, I meant it on a Ravisher,
A foul misguided Villain, Bows.
One that scarce merits the brave name of Man;
One that betrays his Friend, forsakes his Wife,
And would commit a Rape upon my Mistress.