Fred. Your enemy, madam! Why, do you desire it?
Luc. Perhaps I do.
Fred. Do it, madam, since it pleases you so well.
Luc. But you had rather die, than suffer it.
Fred. No, I have changed my mind: I'll live, and not be concerned at it.
Luc. Do you contradict yourself so soon? Then know, sir, I did intend to do it; and I am glad you have given me advice so agreeable to my inclinations.
Fred. Heaven! that you should not find it out! I delivered your letter on purpose to my father, and 'twas my business, now, to come and mediate for him.
Luc. Pray, then, carry him the news of his good success. Adieu, sweet prince!
Fred. Adieu, dear madam.
Asca. Hey day! what will this come to? They have cozened one another into a quarrel; just like friends in fencing, a chance thrust comes, and then they fall to it in earnest.