Will make me do her Justice.
Piet. No, Sir, she is not dead,
But fled, and none knows whither;
Only Guilliam attends her.
Cur. Worse and worse; but what of Laura?
Piet. She, Sir, is kept a Prisoner by her Father,
And speaks with none but those that come from Frederick.
Cur. Laura confin’d too! ’tis time to hasten then,
With my, till now, almost disarmed Revenge:
—Thus I may pass unknown the Streets of Florence,