—Cloris, a while I’ll leave thee with thy Brother,
Till I have reconcil’d thee to my Father:
To marry me, is what he long has wish’d for,
And will, I know, receive this News with Joy. Exit Prince.
Lor. Here’s fine doings; what am I like to come to if he
Turn honest now? This is the worst piece of Inconstancy
He ever was guilty of; to change ones Humour, or so,
Sometimes, is nothing: but to change Nature,
To turn good on a sudden, and never give a Man
Civil warning, is a Defeat not be endur’d;