Pir. This fellow must be muzzled.
Enter Sampayo.
Samp. Who's that?
Pir. The duke's thing, his trifle-broker.
Sano. The king's now.
Pir. Castile did never hear more news, I fear.
Samp. We shall now see the fine turns and games of the state.
Pir. When fools and knaves chase trump.
Samp. Now heads and points will be the sport.
Pir. The king will have the heads then, I believe.