Fred. Her Presence is thy Safety, be gone and leave me.
Cur. By no means, Sir; the Villain may return,
To which fair Laura, should not be expos’d.
Fred. Slave, dar’st thou disobey? Offers to fight.
Cur. Hold, Sir, and do not make me guilty of a Sin,
Greater than that of yours.
Enter Salvator.
Salv. Gods pity me; here’s fine doings!—Why, how
Came this roistring Youngster into my House? Sir,
Who sent for you, hah?