VEN. Why, the easier to be known, my lord. LUS. Pish! I shall prove too bitter, with a word Make thee a perpetual prisoner, And lay this iron age upon thee. VEN. Mum! For there's a doom would make a woman dumb. Missing the bastard--next him--the wind's come about: Now 'tis my brother's turn to stay, mine to go out. [_Aside. Exit._ LUS. H' has greatly mov'd me. HIP. Much to blame, i' faith. LUS. But I'll recover, to his ruin. 'Twas told me lately, I know not whether falsely, that you'd a brother. HIP. Who, I? yes, my good lord, I have a brother. LUS. How chance the court ne'er saw him? of what nature? How does he apply his hours? HIP. Faith, to curse fates Who, as he thinks, ordain'd him to be poor-- Keeps at home, full of want and discontent. LUS. There's hope in him; for discontent and want Is the best clay to mould a villain of. [_Aside._ Hippolito, wish him repair to us: If there be aught in him to please our blood, For thy sake we'll advance him, and build fair His meanest fortunes; for it is in us To rear up towers from cottages. HIP. It is so, my lord: he will attend your honour; But he's a man in whom much melancholy dwells. LUS. Why, the better; bring him to court. HIP. With willingness and speed: Whom he cast off e'en now, must now succeed. Brother, disguise must off; In thine own shape now I'll prefer thee to him: How strangely does himself work to undo him! [_Aside. Exit._ LUS. This fellow will come fitly; he shall kill That other slave, that did abuse my spleen, And made it swell to treason. I have put Much of my heart into him; he must die. He that knows great men's secrets, and proves slight,[79] That man ne'er lives to see his beard turn white. Ay, he shall speed him: I'll employ the brother; Slaves are but nails to drive out one another. He being of black condition, suitable To want and ill-content, hope of preferment Will grind him to an edge.[80] _Enter_ NOBLES. 1ST NOBLE. Good days unto your honour. LUS. My kind lords, I do return the like. 2D NOBLE. Saw you my lord the duke? LUS. My lord and father! is he from court? 1ST NOBLE. He's sure from court; But where--which way his pleasure took, we know not, Nor can we hear on't. LUS. Here come those should tell. Saw you my lord and father? 3D NOBLE. Not since two hours before noon my lord, And then he privately rode forth. LUS. O, he's rid forth. 1ST NOBLE. 'Twas wondrous privately. 2D NOBLE. There's none i' th' court had any knowledge on't. LUS. His grace is old and sudden: 'tis no treason To say the duke, my father, has a humour, Or such a toy about him; what in us Would appear light, in him seems virtuous.