Laz. Ah, they are always importing some nonsense or other from Spain. God keep your Highness; I will take warning not to intrude my folly upon you any more (until you try again to worm some truth out of me).
[Aside and exit.
Prince. A droll fellow! Were one in the humour, he might amuse.
Ar. Oh, you will always find him in the same, whenever you are in the mood. He cannot be sad.
Prince. He cannot be very wise then.
Ar. He is as God made him. Did you never hear any of his stories?
Prince. I think not.
Ar. He will hardly tell you one of himself that yet might amuse you. He was one day playing at dice with me; lost all his money; and at last pawned his very sword, which I would not return him, wishing to see how he got on without. What does he but finds him up an old hilt, and clapping on a piece of lath to that, sticks it in the scabbard. And so wears it now.
Prince. We will have some amusement of him by and by.