Offers to stab himself; is held by Frederick, Laura, and Cloris, who come in with Isabella, dress’d like Philibert, and the rest.
Lau. Stay, Curtius, and take me with thee in the way.
Cur. Laura, my dearest Laura! how came you hither?
Lau. Commanded by your Letter; have you forgot it?
Fred. Curtius, look here, is this not Cloris’ Face?
Cur. The same; Oh my sweet Sister, is it thee? Curtius goes to embrace her, she goes back.
Fred. Do not be shy, my Soul, it is thy Brother.
Cur. Yes, a Brother who despis’d his Life,
When he believ’d yours lost or sham’d:
But now the Prince will take a care of it.