Alv. Sir, I don't think it well to spend any more words with your impudent and villainous servant here.
Lop. Thank you, Sir: but I'd let her go.
Alv. Nor have I more to say to you than this, that you must not think so daring an affront to my family can go long unresented. Farewel.
[Exit Alv.
Lor. Well, Sir, what have you to say for yourself now?
Lop. Why, Sir, I have only to say, that I am a very unfortunate——middle-ag'd man; and that I believe all the stars upon heaven and earth have been concern'd in my destiny. Children now unborn will hereafter sing my downfal in mournful lines, and notes of doleful tune: I am at present troubled in mind, despair around me, signify'd in appearing gibbets, with a great bundle of dog-whips by way of preparation.
I therefore will go seek some mountain high,
If high enough some mountain may be found, }
With distant valley dreadfully profound, }
And from the horrid cliff—look calmly all around. }
Farewel.
[Aside.
Lor. No, sirrah, I'll see your wretched end myself. Die here, villain.