ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter Alcippus and Pisaro.
Pis.
'TIs much, my Lord, you'll not be satisfyed.
Alcip.
Friendship's too near a kin to love Pisaro,
To leave me any peace, whilst in your eyes
I read Reserves, which 'tis not kind to hide;
—Come prithee tell me what the quarrel was,
And who 'twas with, thou shalt my dear Pisaro.
Pis.
Nay, now you urge me to impossibilities,
Good faith, I cannot tell, but guess the Prince.
Alcip.
'Tis true, Pisaro, 'twas indeed the Prince.
But what was th' occasion?
Pis.
He call'd me Spy, and I return'd th' affront,
But took no notice that he was my Prince;
It was a folly I repented of;
But 'twas in a damn'd melancholy Mood.
Alcip.
Was it a going in or coming out.
Pis.
From whence?
Alcip.
Erminia's Chamber, prithee let me know,
For I have fears that take away my sleep,