And you shall find nothing but Sorrow here,
And a poor broken Heart that did adore you.
Fred. Rise, Curtius, and divide my Dukedom with me;
Do any thing that may preserve thy Life,
And gain my Pardon; alas, thy Honour’s safe,
Since yet none knows that Cloris was thy Sister,
Or if they do, I must proclaim this truth;
She dy’d thy Prince’s Wife.
Cur. These Tidings would be welcome to my Sister,
And I the fitting’st Man to bear that News.