HIP. You flow well, brother. VEN. Pish![58] I'm shallow yet; Too sparing and too modest; shall I tell thee? If every trick were told that's dealt by night, There are few here that would not blush outright. HIP. I am of that belief too. Who's this comes? VEN.[59] The duke's son up so late? Brother, fall back, And you shall learn some mischief. My good lord! _Enter_ LUSURIOSO. LUS. Piato! why, the man I wished for! Come, I do embrace this season for the fittest To taste of that young lady. VEN. Heart and hell. HIP. Damn'd villain! [_Aside._ VEN. I have no way now to cross it, but to kill him. [_Aside._ LUS. Come, only thou and I. VEN. My lord! my lord! LUS. Why dost thou start us? VEN. I'd almost forgot--the bastard! LUS. What of him? VEN. This night, this hour, this minute, now---- LUS. What? what? VEN. Shadows the duchess---- LUS. Horrible word! VEN. And (like strong poison) eats Into the duke your father's forehead. LUS. O! VEN. He makes horn-royal. LUS. Most ignoble slave! VEN. This is the fruit of two beds. LUS. I am mad. VEN. That passage he trod warily. LUS. He did. VEN. And hush'd his villains every step he took. LUS. His villains? I'll confound them. VEN. Take 'em finely--finely, now. LUS. The duchess' chamber-door shall not control me. [_Exeunt._ HIP. Good, happy, swift: there's gunpowder i' th' court, Wildfire at midnight. In this heedless fury He may show violence to cross himself. I'll follow the event. _Re-enter_ LUSURIOSO _and_ VENDICE. LUS. Where is that villain? VEN. Softly, my lord, and you may take 'em twisted. LUS. I care not how. VEN. O! 'twill be glorious To kill 'em doubled, when they're heap'd. Be soft, my lord. LUS. Away! my spleen is not so lazy: thus and thus I'll shake their eyelids ope, and with my sword Shut 'em again for ever. Villain! strumpet! DUKE. You upper guard, defend us! DUCH. Treason! treason! DUKE. O, take me not in sleep! I have great sins; I must have days, Nay, months, dear son, with penitential heaves To lift 'em out, and not to die unclear. O, thou wilt kill me both in heaven and here. LUS. I am amaz'd to death. DUKE. Nay, villain, traitor, Worse than the foulest epithet; now I'll gripe thee E'en with the nerves of wrath, and throw thy head Amongst the loyal[60] guard. _Enter_ NOBLES _and [Duchess's] Sons_. 1ST NOBLE. How comes the quiet of your grace disturb'd? DUKE. This boy, that should be myself after me, Would be myself before me; and in heat Of that ambition bloodily rush'd in, Intending to depose me in my bed. 2D NOBLE. Duty and natural loyalty forfend!