Berth. [To Melchior.] The Empire has its old success, my friend!
Mel. You 've had your way: before the spokesman speaks
Let me, but this once, work a problem out,
And ever more be dumb! The Empire wins?
To better purpose have I read my books!
(Enter Valence.)
Mel. [To the Courtiers.] Apart, my masters!
[To Valence.] Sir, one word with you!
I am a poor dependant of the Prince's—
Pitched on to speak, as of slight consequence.