Terrace before the Palace in the gardens of Belflor. Chairs set out. FREDERICK and RICARDO. TRISTRAM stands at a little distance, edging up to overhear.

FREDERICK.

Your secret’s safe with me. I should be hurt

To think that there was any man on earth

Whom you could trust before me: and if my place

Here in the court can help you in your love,

Reckon upon me.

RICARDO.

I do, and hope some day

It may be in my good fortune to repay you