+Bravo.+ That I could see that old fox Mocinigo, The villain that did tempt me to this deed! +Moc.+ He names me too; pray, sir, stand between us: Ladies, do you speak to him; I have not the faith. +Æmi.+ What would you do with him, if you had him? +Bravo.+ I'd serve him worse than Hercules did Lychas,[364] When he presented him the poison'd shirt, Which when he had put on, and felt the smart, He snatch'd him by the heels into the air, Swung him some once or twice about his head, Then shot him like a stone out of an engine, Three furlongs length into the Euboic sea. +Lor.+ What a huge progress is that for an old lover to be carried! +Bravo.+ What's he that seeks to hide himself? Come forth, Thou mortal, thou art a traitor or a murderer! O, is it you? +Moc.+ What will become of me? Pray, help me! I shall be torn in pieces else. +Bravo.+ You and I must walk together: come into the middle; yet further. _Enter +Aurelio+ as an Officer, and two Servants._ +Aur.+ Where be these fellows here that murder men? Serjeants, apprehend them, and convey them straight before the duke. +Bravo.+ Who are you? +Aur.+ We are the duke's officers. +Bravo.+ The duke's officers must be obey'd, take heed of displeasing them: how majestically they look! +Lor.+ You see, wife, the charm of authority: and a man be ne'er so wild, it tames him presently. +Æmi.+ Ay, husband, I know what will tame a man besides authority. +Aur.+ Come, gentles, since you are all together, I must entreat your company along with us, to witness what you know in this behalf. +Lor.+ Sir, you have prevented us; for we intended to have brought him ourselves before his highness. +Aur.+ Then I hope your resolution will make it the easier to you. What, sir, will you go willingly? +Bravo.+ Without all contradiction; lead on. [_Exeunt, flourish._ _Enter +Lionel+ as the +Duke+; +Duke+, +Petrucio+, +Gasparo+, +Angelia+ as a woman._ +Duke.+ Come, Signor, This is the morning must shine bright upon you, Wherein preferment, that has slept obscure, And all this while linger'd behind your wishes, Shall overtake you in her greatest glories: Ambition shall be weak, to think the honours Shall crown your worth. +Pet.+ Father, you hear all this? +Gas.+ I do with joy, son, and am ravish'd at it; Therefore I have resign'd m' estate unto thee, (Only reserving some few crowns to live on) Because I'd have thee to maintain thy port. +Pet.+ You did as you ought. +Gas.+ 'Tis enough for me, To be the parent of so bless'd an issue. +Pet.+ Nay, if you are so apprehensive, I am satisfied. +Lio.+ Is this the gentleman you so commended?