Pis. Why then he was unfit for’t, But that he had a Daughter that was young.
Alcan. Yes, he might have lain by,
Like rusty Armour, else,
Had she not brought him into play again;
The Devil take her for’t.
Fal. By Jove, he’s dissatisfy’d with every thing.
Alcan. She has undone my Prince,
And he has most unluckily disarm’d himself,
And put the Sword into his Rival’s hand,
Who will return it to his grateful Bosom.
Phi. Why, you believe Alcippus honest—
Alcan. Yes, in your sense, Pisaro, But do not like the last demand he made; ’.was but an ill return upon his Prince, To beg his Mistress, rather challeng’d her.
Pis. His ignorance that she was so, may excuse him.
Alcan. The Devil ‘twill, dost think he knew it not?
Pis. Orgulius still design’d him for Erminia; And if the Prince be disoblig’d from this, He only ought to take it ill from him.
Alcan. Too much, Pisaro, you excuse his Pride, But ‘tis the Office of a Friend to do so.