Cur. Will you do me a favour?
Lor. There ’tis again. Aside.
Cur. I know I may trust thee with a secret.
Lor. Truly, Curtius, I cannot tell.
In some cases I am not very retentive.
Cur. I am going about a business, that perhaps
May take up all the time I have to live,
And I may never see thy Sister more;
Will you oblige me in a Message to her?
Lor. You know you may command me;