Volume Ii Part 8 (1/2)

_Alon_. Great Sir, I did oppose it with what Violence My Duty would permit; and wou'd have dy'd In a just Quarrel of her dear Defence; And, Sir, though I submitted to my Father, The Moor and I stand on unequal Terms.

_Phil_. Come, who dares drink Confusion to this Moor?

_Ant_. That, Sir, will I.

_Sebast_. And I.

_Phil_. Page, fill my Gla.s.s, I will begin the Round, Ye all shall pledge it--_Alonzo_, first to thee.

[_Drinks_.

_Alon_. To me, Sir!

_Phil_. Why, yes, thou lovest him--therefore-- Nay, you shall drink it, tho 'twere o'th' _Stygian_ Lake.

Take it--by Heaven, thoud'st pimp for him to my Mother-- Nay, and after that, give him another Sister.

_Alon_. 'Tis well you are my Prince.

_Phil_. I'd rather be a Prince of Curs--come pledge me--

_Alon_. Well, Sir, I'll give you way.

[_Drinks_.

_Phil_. So wou'dst thou any--though they trod on thee.

So--nay, Prince Cardinal, tho it be not decent For one so sanctify'd to drink a Health; Yet 'tis your Office both to d.a.m.n and bless-- Come, drink and d.a.m.n the Moor.

_Men_. Sir, I'm for no carousing.

_Phil_. I'm in an Humour now to be obey'd, And must not be deny'd--But see, the Moor _Enter_ Abdelazer, _gazes on them_.

Just come to pledge at last--Page, fill again--

_Abd_. I'll do you Reason, Prince, what'er it be.

[_Gives him the Gla.s.s_.

_Phil_. 'Twas kindly said--Confusion to the Moor.

_Abd_. Confusion to the Moor--if this vain Boy, See the next rising Sun. [_Aside_.

_Phil_. Well done, my Lad.

_King_. _Abdelazer_, you have been missing long, The publick Good takes up your whole Concern, But we shall shortly ease you of that Load-- Come, let's have some Musick; _Ordonio_, did I not call for Musick?

_Ord_. You did, Sir.

_Abd_. _Roderigo!_

_Rod_. My gracious Lord-- [Roderigo _whispers to_ Abd.

_Abd_. No more--the Prince observes us.