VEN. Revels. [_Aside._ NOBLE. Time hath several falls. Griefs lift up joys: feasts put down funerals. LUS. Come then, my lords, my favour's to you all. The duchess is suspected foully bent; I'll begin dukedom with her banishment. HIP. Revels! VEN. Ay, that's the word: we are firm yet; Strike one strain more, and then we crown our wit. [_Exeunt_ HIPPOLITO _and_ VENDICE. SPU. Well, have at the fairest mark[114]--so said the duke when he begot me; And if I miss his heart, or near about, Then have at any; a bastard scorns to be out. SUP. Note'st thou that Spurio, brother? ANT. Yes, I note him to our shame. SUP. He shall not live: his hair shall not grow much longer. In this time of revels, tricks may be set afoot. See'st thou yon new moon? it shall outlive the new duke by much; this hand shall dispossess him. Then we're mighty. A mask is treason's licence, that build upon: 'Tis murder's best face, when a vizard's on. [_Exit._ AMB. Is't so? 'tis very good! And do you think to be duke then, kind brother? I'll see fair play; drop one, and there lies t'other. [_Aside. Exit._ _Enter_ VENDICE _and_ HIPPOLITO, _with_ PIERO _and other Lords_. VEN. My lords, be all of music, strike old griefs into other countries That flow in too much milk, and have faint livers, Not daring to stab home their discontents. Let our hid flames break out as fire, as lightning, To blast this villainous dukedom, vex'd with sin; Wind up your souls to their full height again. PIERO. How? 1ST LORD. Which way? 3D LORD. Any way: our wrongs are such, We cannot justly be reveng'd too much. VEN. You shall have all enough. Revels are toward, And those few nobles that have long suppress'd you, Are busied to the furnishing of a masque, And do affect to make a pleasant tale on't; The masquing suits are fashioning: now comes in That which must glad us all. We too take pattern Of all those suits, the colour, trimming, fashion, E'en to an undistinguish'd hair almost: Then entering first, observing the true form, Within a strain or two we shall find leisure To steal our swords out handsomely; And when they think their pleasure sweet and good, In midst of all their joys they shall sigh blood. PIERO. Weightily, effectually! THIRD. Before the t'other masquers come---- VEN. We're gone, all done and past. PIERO. But how for the duke's guard? VEN. Let that alone, By one and one their strengths shall be drunk down. HIP. There are five hundred gentlemen in the action, That will apply themselves, and not stand idle. PIERO. O, let us hug your bosoms!