Cur. Shew me my Enemy, and then if I am slow—
Fred. I am he, needst thou one more powerful?
Cur. You, Sir! what have I done to make you so?
Fred. If yet thou want’st a further proof of it,
Know I’ll dispute my Claim to Laura.
Cur. That must not be with me, Sir;
God forbid that I should raise my Arm against my Prince.
—If Laura have so little Faith and Virtue,
To render up that Right belongs to me,
With all my heart I yield her