And servant, (leaving the dear name of friend,)
Disposed so of yourself, and of a lady
Whose grace my court considers as its own.
Give me the pen: and, as you write so laxly,
I must myself report—
Ces. My lord!
Prince. The pen. (He writes.)
Ces. If in misfortune’s quiver there be left
One arrow, let it come!
Prince. You could not write,