Lor. Yes, faith; we came like bold intruding guests,
And took them unprepared to give us welcome.
Their scouts we killed, then found their body sleeping;
And as they lay confused, we stumbled o'er them,
And took what joint came next, arms, heads, or legs,
Somewhat indecently. But when men want light,
They make but bungling work.
Bert. I'll to the queen,
And bear the news.
Ped. That's young Lorenzo's duty.
Bert. I'll spare his trouble.—
This Torrismond begins to grow too fast;
He must be mine, or ruined.[Aside, and Exit.
Lor. Pedro a word:—[whisper.]
Alph. How swift he shot away! I find it stung him,
In spite of his dissembling.
[To Lorenzo.] How many of the enemy are slain?
Lor. Troth, sir, we were in haste, and could not stay
To score the men we killed; but there they lie:
Best send our women out to take the tale;
There's circumcision in abundance for them. [Turns to Pedro again.
391 Alph. How far did you pursue them?
Lor. Some few miles.—
[To Pedro] Good store of harlots, say you, and dog-cheap?
Pedro, they must be had, and speedily;
I've kept a tedious fast.[Whisper again.
Alph. When will he make his entry? he deserves
Such triumphs as were given by ancient Rome:
Ha, boy, what say'st thou?