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 Albert. You well may laugh and banter. What a fool
An injury may make of a staid man!
You shall know all anon.

 Sigifred.Some tavern brawl?

 Albert. 'Twas with some people out of common reach;
Revenge is difficult.

 Sigifred.I am your friend;
We meet again to-day, and can confer
Upon it. For the present I'm in haste.

 Albert. Whither?

 Sigifred.To fetch King Gersa to the feast.
The Emperor on this marriage is so hot,
Pray Heaven it end not in apoplexy!
The very porters, as I pass'd the doors,
Heard his loud laugh, and answer'd in full choir.
I marvel, Albert, you delay so long
From these bright revelries; go, show yourself,
You may be made a duke.

 Albert.Ay, very like:
Pray, what day has his Highness fix'd upon?

 Sigifred. For what?

 Albert. The marriage. What else can I mean?

 Sigifred. To-day. O, I forgot, you could not know;
The news is scarce a minute old with me,

 Albert. Married to-day! To-day! You did not say so?

 Sigifred. Now, while I speak to you, their comely heads
Are bowed before the mitre.

 Albert.O! monstrous!