Bert. 'Tis well; the goddess shall be told, she shall,
Of her new worshipper.[Exit.
Ped. So, here's fine work!
He has supplied his only foe with arms
For his destruction. Old Penelope's tale
Inverted; he has unravelled all by day,
That he has done by night. What, planet struck!
Alph. I wish I were; to be past sense of this!
Ped. Would I had but a lease of life so long,
As 'till my flesh and blood rebelled this way,
Against our sovereign lady;—mad for a queen?
With a globe in one hand, and a sceptre in t'other?
A very pretty moppet!
Alph. Then to declare his madness to his rival!
His father absent on an embassy;
Himself a stranger almost; wholly friendless!
A torrent, rolling down a precipice,
Is easier to be stopt, than is his ruin.
Ped. 'Tis fruitless to complain; haste to the court;
Improve your interest there for pardon from the queen.
Alph. Weak remedies;
But all must be attempted.[Exit.
SCENE II.
Enter Lorenzo.