Lo. Me, me, he’s engag’d already.
Alon. That’s foul Play, Lovis.
Alon. Well, I must have but one, and therefore I’ll wink and chuse.
Lo. I’ll not trust blind Fortune.
Alon. Prithee, Lovis, let thee and I agree upon the matter, and I find the Lady will be reasonable; cross or pile who shall go.
Lo. Go, Sir, whither?
Alon. To the Lady that—
Lo. Sent for neither of us that I can hear of yet.
Alon. You will not hear me out, but I’ll end the Difference by chusing you, Sir; and if you’ll follow me [To Alonzo.] at a Distance, I will conduct you where this Lady is.
Alon. Fair Guide, march on, I’ll follow thee. [Offers to go.