Alcip. You need not urge that Duty to me, Sir.
King. A Day or two will finish that affair, And then we’ll consummate the happy Day, When all the Court shall celebrate your Joy.
[They all go out, but Alcan. Pisa, and Fal.
Pis. Falatio, you are a swift Horseman; I believe you have a Mistress at Court, You made such haste this Morning.
Fal. By Jove, Pisaro, I was weary enough of the
Campaign; and till I had lost sight of it,
I clapt on all my Spurs—
But what ails Alcander?
Pis. What, displeas’d?
Alcan. It may be so, what then?
Pis. Then thou mayst be pleas’d again.
Alcan. Why the Devil should I rejoice? Because I see another rais’d above me; Let him be great, and damn’d with all his Greatness.
Pis. Thou mean’st Alcippus, who I think merits it.