_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.