Claud. You will?
Des. I feel it creep in flames through all my blood!
Enter De Flame.
Claud. Sir, the Count de Flame!
Des. With a black evening in his face!
De F. O my faithful Achilles, I came
To give you joy!
Claud. Who! me, sir?
De F. My virtuous friend and you.
Claud. Of what?
De F. Of your entertainment under him. Y' have a brave commander,
And he a—I cannot be angry enough to tell you what.