Cur. I will not fail a moment. Ex. Alb.
—So this has eas’d my heart of half its Load.
Lor. I’ll sneak away, for this is some fighting
Business, and I may perhaps be invited a Second,
A Compliment I care not for. Offers to go.
Cur. Lorenzo, a word with you.
Lor. ’Tis so, what shall I do now? Aside.
Cur. Stay.
Lor. I am a little in haste, my Lord.
Cur. I shall soon dispatch you.