Sac. So it seems, for there they salute their king by the name of Sir, Monsieur:—but forward.
Org. Such sparks of peerless majesty
From those looks flame, like lightning from the east,
As either Mandricard, or else some greater prince,—
Sac. [aside]. Methinks these salutations make my thoughts
To be heroical:—but say, to whom art thou sent?
Org. To the County Sacripant.
Sac. Why, I am he.
Org. It pleaseth your majesty to jest.
Sac. Whate'er I seem, I tell thee I am he.
Org. Then may it please your honour, the Emperor Marsilius, together with his daughter Angelica and Orlando, entreateth your excellency to dine with them.
Sac. Is Angelica there?
Org. There, my good lord.
Sac. Sirrah.
Man. My lord?
Sac. Villain, Angelica sends for me: see that thou entertain that happy messenger, and bring him in with thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—Before the Walls of Rodomont's Castle.
Enter Orlando, the Duke of Aquitain, and the County Rossilion, with Soldiers.