[65] Some sudden fit of frenzy. Cotgrave translates "_Avoir un quartier de la_ lune _en la teste_," to be half frantic, or have a spice of lunacy. [66] [Hatred.] ACTUS III., SCÆNA 1. _Enter_ AMBITIOSO _and_ SUPERVACUO. SUP. Brother, let my opinion sway you once; I speak it for the best, to have him die; Surest and soonest, if the signet come Unto the judge's hand, why then his doom Will be deferr'd till sittings and court-days, Juries, and farther. Faiths are bought and sold; Oaths in these days are but the skin of gold. AMB. In troth, 'tis true too, SUP. Then let's set by the judges, And fall to the officers; 'tis but mistaking The duke our father's meaning; and where he nam'd Ere many days--'tis but forgetting that, And have him die i' th' morning. AMB. Excellent! Then am I heir! duke in a minute! SUP. [_Aside._] Nay, And he were once puff'd out, here is a pin Should quickly prick your bladder. AMB. Bless'd occasion! He being pack'd, we'll have some trick and wile To wind our younger brother out of prison, That lies in for the rape. The lady's dead, And people's thoughts will soon be buried. SUP. We may with safety do't, and live and feed: The duchess' sons are too proud to bleed. AMB. We are, i' faith, to say true--come let's not linger: I'll to the officers; go you before, And set an edge upon the executioner. SUP. Let me alone to grind him. [_Exit._ AMB. Farewell! I am next now; I rise just in that place, Where thou'rt out off; upon thy neck, kind brother; The falling of one head lifts up another. [_Exit._ _Enter, with the_ NOBLES, LUSURIOSO _from prison_. LUS. My lords, I am so much indebted to your loves For this, O, this delivery-- 1ST NOBLE. But our duties, my lord, unto the hopes that grow in you. LUS. If e'er I live to be myself, I'll thank you. O liberty, thou sweet and heavenly dame! But hell for prison is too mild a name. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ AMBITIOSO _and_ SUPERVACUO, _with_ OFFICERS. AMB. Officers, here's the duke's signet, your firm warrant, Brings the command of present death along with it Unto our brother, the duke's son; we are sorry That we are so unnaturally employ'd In such an unkind office, fitter far For enemies than brothers. SUP. But, you know, The duke's command must be obey'd. 1ST OFFICER. It must and shall, my lord. This morning, then-- So suddenly? AMB. Ay, alas! poor, good soul! He must breakfast betimes; the executioner Stands ready to put forth his cowardly valour. 2D OFFICER. Already? SUP. Already, i' faith. O sir, destruction hies, And that is least imprudent,[68] soonest dies.