—I’m glad ’tis no worse. Aside.
Cur. Come, go with me into my Cabinet,
And there I’ll write to Laura;
And prithee if thou hear’st that I am dead,
Tell her I fell a Sacrifice to her,
And that’s enough, she understands the rest.
Lor. But harkye, Curtius, by your favour, this is but a Scurvy Tale to carry to your Mistress;
I hope you are not in earnest.
Cur. Yes.
Lor. Yes! why, what a foolish idle humour’s this in you? I vow ’twill go near to break the poor Girl’s Heart;—