Isab. My Lord, I beg your leave to challenge Lorenzo.
Fred. What, to a Duel, Philibert?
Lor. Phil. Phil. hold, do not ruin the Reputation
Of a Man that has acquir’d Fame amongst the female Sex;
I protest I did but jest.
Isab. But, Sir, I’m in earnest with you.
Fred. This is not Philibert.
Isab. No, Sir, but Isabella—that was Philibert. Pointing to Cloris.
Clo. Yes, Sir, I was the happy Boy to be belov’d,
When Cloris was forgotten.