Enter Curtius.
Cur. Lorenzo, didst thou see the Prince?
Lor. Marry, did I, and feel him too.
Cur. Why, did he strike you?
Lor. I’m no true Subject if he did not; and that
Only for doing that Service which once was most acceptable
To him.—Prithee what’s the matter with him, hah?
Cur. I know not, leave me.
Lor. Leave thee, what, art thou out of humour too?
Let me but know who ’tis has disoblig’d thee, and I’ll—