Whilst I have this about me. Draws.
Cur. That, Sir, you draw in vain; stand off— Offers a Pistol.
Fred. What new conceited Preparation’s this?
Cur. Sir, when you know this Face, it will inform you. Pulls off his false Beard.
Fred. Curtius! I am betray’d, oh Villain! Offers to fight.
Cur. Ho, within there—
He calls, and all the masked Men come out, and offer [their] Pistols at Frederick.
Fred. Hold, I am the Prince of Florence.
Cur. These, Sir, are Rogues, and have no sense of ought,
But Mischief in their Souls;