King. Oh God! had I then told my Tale
So feebly, it could not gain Belief.
Oh my Florella! this little Faith of thine
Has quite undone thy King—Alonzo,
Why didst not thou forbid this fatal Marriage,
She being thy only Sister?
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 Glass, 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—