His Vows to me, and mine to him were given:
—And then, oh, then, what did I not resign!
With the assurance that the Prince was mine. Weeps.
Lau. Poor Cloris, how I pity thee!
Since Fate has treated me with equal rigor;
—Curtius is banish’d, Frederick still pursues me,
And by a cruel Father I’m confin’d,
And cannot go to serve my self or thee. One knocks.
Lor. Without. Sister Laura, Sister.
Lau. It is my Brother, would he would be kind,