Prin. You say you know the Court of Hildebrand?
There is a prince there—I forget his name.
Hilar. Hilarion?
Prin.Exactly. Is he well?
Hilar. If it is well to droop and pine and mope—
To sigh, “Oh, Ida! Ida!” all day long—
“Ida! my love! my life! Oh, come to me!”—
If it is well, I say, to do all this,
Then Prince Hilarion is very well.
Prin. He breathes our name? Well, it’s a common one!