Org. My lord?
Orl. Medor's Angelica is dead. [Orgalio cries, and Orlando beats him again.
Org. Why do ye beat me, my lord?
Orl. Why, slave, wilt thou weep for Medor's Angelica? thou must laugh for her.
Org. Laugh! yes, I'll laugh all day, an you will.
Orl. Orgalio.
Org. My lord?
Orl. Medor's Angelica is dead.
Org. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Orl. So, 'tis well now.