+Ant.+ Go to, you have said enough; I'll have no more than the old rent. Name your man, and the indentures shall be drawn. +Lio.+ Before I propose that, sir, I thought good to acquaint you with a specialty I found among other writings which, having a seal to it and a name subscribed, does most properly belong to you. +Ant.+ Let me see it. What's here? Signior Giovanni Veterano di Monte Nigro! He was my great grandfather, and this is an old debt of his that remains yet uncancelled. You could never have pleased me better to my cost: this ought, in conscience, to be discharged, and I'll see it satisfied the first thing I do. Come along. +Pet.+ Will you afford your nephew no exhibition out of your estate, sir? +Ant.+ Not a sol; not a gazet.[343] I have articles to propose before the senate shall disinherit him. +Lio.+ Have you, sir? Not justly, I hope. Pray, what are they? +Ant.+ One of them is, he sent me letters beyond sea, dated _Stilo Novo._[344] +Lio.+ That was a great oversight. +Ant.+ Then you remember, Petro, he took up commodities, new-fashioned stuffs, when he was under age, too, that he might cosen his creditors. +Pet.+ Yes, sir. +Ant.+ And afterwards found out a new way to pay them, too. +Lio.+ He served them but in their kind, sir: perhaps they meant to have cheated him. +Ant.+ 'Tis all one; I'll have no such practices. But the worst of all: one time, when I found him drunk, and chid him for his vice, he had no way to excuse himself, but to say, he would become a new man. +Lio.+ That was heinously spoken, indeed! +Ant.+ These are sufficient aggravations to any one that shall understand my humour. _Enter +Duke+ and +Leonardo+._ +Duke.+ Save you, sir! +Ant.+ These gentlemen shall be witnesses to the bonds. You are very welcome! +Duke.+ I hardly believe it, when you hear our message. +Ant.+ Why, I beseech you? +Duke.+ I am sorry to be made the unkind instrument to wrong you; but since 'tis a task imposed from so great a command, I hope you will the easier be induced to dispense with me. +Ant.+ Come nearer to your aim: I understand you not. +Duke.+ Then thus, sir: the duke has been informed of your rarities; and holding them an unfit treasure for a private man to possess, he hath sent his mandamus to take them from you. See, here's his hand for the delivery. +Ant.+ O, O! +Leo.+ What ails you, sir? +Ant.+ I am struck with a sudden sickness: some good man help to keep my soul in, that is rushing from me, and will by no means be entreated to continue! +Lio.+ Pray, sir, be comforted. +Ant.+ Comfort! no, I despise it: he has given me daggers to my heart! +Leo.+ Show yourself a man, sir, and contemn the worst of fortune.