Was vanquished in the Field;
Awhile his Glories must forget,
And lay his Laurels at the feet
Of some fair Female Power, to whom he’ll yield.
Fred. What’s this the Preparation?
Lor. Yes, so it should seem; but had you met
With so many defeats as I have done to night,
You would willingly excuse this Ceremony.
Musick for the Dance.
Enter Antonio with Ismena, Alberto with Clarina, Laura and Cloris with two Men more, and all dress’d in Masquerade, with Vizards; they dance. The Prince [sets] down: the Dance being done, they retire to one side; and Alberto comes and presents him Clarina, and bows and retires; who puts off her Mask, and puts it on again, and retires.