Asca. O, sir, the duke your father! [The Prince takes the letter, and, thinking to put it up hastily, drops it.
Enter Duke.
Duke. Now, Frederick, not abroad yet?
Fred. Your last night's entertainment left me so weary, sir, that I overslept myself this morning.
Duke. I rather envy you than blame you: Our sleep is certainly the most pleasant portion of our lives. For my own part, I spent the night waking and restless.
Fred. Has any thing of moment happened to discompose your highness?
Duke. I'll confess my follies to you: I am in love with a lady I saw last night in masquerade.
Fred. 'Tis strange she should conceal herself.
Duke. She has, from my best search; yet I took exact notice of her masking habit, and described it to those whom I employed to find her.
Fred. [Aside.] 'Sdeath, it lies there unremoved, and, if he turns himself, full in his eye. Now, now, 'twill be discovered.