Fred. Juster than that of Laura? call it up, then,
And let it save thee from a further shame.
Cur. Yes, so I will, ’tis that of Cloris,
Who needs my aids much more;
Do you remember such a Virgin, Sir?
For so she was till she knew Frederick,
The sweetest Innocent that ever Nature made.
Fred. Not thy own Honour, nor thy Love to Laura,
Would make thee draw, and now at Cloris’ Name
Thou art incens’d, thy Eyes all red with Rage: