LUS. Meet with him now. VEN. You'll bear us out, my lord? LUS. Puh! am I a lord for nothing, think you? quickly now! VEN. Sa, sa, sa, thump--there he lies. LUS. Nimbly done.--Ha! O villains! murderers! 'Tis the old duke my father. VEN. That's a jest. LUS. What, stiff and cold already! O, pardon me to call you from your names: 'Tis none of your deed: that villain Piato, Whom you thought now to kill, has murdered And left him thus disguis'd. HIP. And not unlikely. VEN. O rascal! was he not asham'd To put the duke into a greasy doublet? LUS. He has been cold and stiff--who knows how long? VEN. Marry, that I do. [_Aside._ LUS. No words, I pray, of anything intended. VEN. O my lord. HIP. I would fain have your lordship think that we have small reason to prate. LUS. Faith, thou say'st true; I'll forthwith send to court For all the nobles, bastard, duchess; tell, How here by miracle we found him dead, And in his raiment that foul villain fled. VEN. That will be the best way, my lord, To clear us all; let's cast about to be clear. LUS. Ho! Nencio, Sordido, and the rest! _Enter_ ALL. 1ST NOBLE. My lord. 2D NOBLE. My lord. LUS. Be witnesses of a strange spectacle. Choosing for private conference that sad room, We found the duke my father geal'd in blood. 1ST NOBLE. My lord the duke! run, hie thee, Nencio, Startle the court by signifying so much. VEN. This much by wit a deep revenger can: When murder's known, to be the clearest man. We're farthest off, and with as bold an eye Survey his body as the standers-by. [_Aside._ LUS. My royal father, too basely let blood By a malevolent slave! HIP. Hark! he calls thee slave again. [_Aside._ VEN. He has lost: he may. [_Aside._ LUS. O sight! look hither, see, his lips are gnawn With poison. VEN. How! his lips? by the mass, they be. O villain! O rogue! O slave! O rascal! HIP. O good deceit! he quits him with like terms. AMB. [_Within._] Where? SUP. [_Within._] Which way? _Enter_ AMBITIOSO _and_ SUPERVACUO. AMB. Over what roof hangs this prodigious comet In deadly fire? LUS. Behold, behold, my lords, the duke my father's murdered by a vassal that owes this habit, and here left disguised. _Enter_ DUCHESS _and_ SPURIO. DUCH. My lord and husband? 2D NOBLE. Reverend majesty! 1ST NOBLE. I have seen these clothes often attending on him. VEN. That nobleman has been i' th' country, for he does not lie. [_Aside._ SUP. Learn of our mother; let's dissemble too: I am glad he's vanish'd; so, I hope, are you.