To any but to you:
And, Sir, for your own sake you must not have her.
Fred. Your Reason?
Cur. Sir, you’re already married.
Fred. Thou lyest, and seek’st excuses for thy Cowardice.
Cur. I wish you would recal that hasty Injury;
Yet this I’ll bear from you, who know ’tis false.
Fred. Will nothing move thee?
Cur. You would believe so, Sir, if I should tell you,
That besides all this, I have a juster Cause.