_Alon_. Well, Sir, I'll give you way.
[_Drinks_.

_Phil_. So wou'dst thou any--though they trod on thee.
So--nay, Prince Cardinal, tho it be not decent
For one so sanctify'd to drink a Health;
Yet 'tis your Office both to damn and bless--
Come, drink and damn the Moor.

_Men_. Sir, I'm for no carousing.

_Phil_. I'm in an Humour now to be obey'd,
And must not be deny'd--But see, the Moor
_Enter_ Abdelazer, _gazes on them_.
Just come to pledge at last--Page, fill again--

_Abd_. I'll do you Reason, Prince, what'er it be.
[_Gives him the Glass_.

_Phil_. 'Twas kindly said--Confusion to the Moor.

_Abd_. Confusion to the Moor--if this vain Boy,
See the next rising Sun. [_Aside_.

_Phil_. Well done, my Lad.

_King_. _Abdelazer_, you have been missing long,
The publick Good takes up your whole Concern,
But we shall shortly ease you of that Load--
Come, let's have some Musick;