That may divert you.
Fred. I thank thee, Philibert, and will accept
Thy Bounty; perhaps it may allay thy Griefs awhile too.
Clo. I’ll call the Musick, Sir. She goes out.
Fred. This Boy has strange agreements in him.
Enter Cloris with Musick.
She bids them play, and dances a Jig.
This was wondrous kind, my pretty Philibert.
Enter Page.