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 damn and bless—
Come, drink and damn 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 Glass.
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.