That he sollicits Laura hard;
And, Sir, that you are proclaim’d Traitor.
Cur. So, what says the Messenger you sent to Cloris?
Piet. Sir, he brings sad tidings back.
Cur. What tidings? is she dead?
That would revive my Soul,
And fortify my easy Nature with some wicked Notions,
As deep as those this flattering Prince made use of,
When he betray’d my Sister, pretty Cloris:
—Come, speak it boldly, for nothing else