_Land._ I am quit now, Seignior, For all the pranks you plaid, and railings at me, For to tell true, out of a trick I put Upon your high behaviours, which was a lie, But then it serv'd my turn, I drew the Lady Unto my Kinsman's here, only to torture Your _Don_-ships for a day or two; and secure her Out of all thoughts of danger; here she comes now. _Enter_ Vecchio, _and_ Constantia. _Duke._ May I yet speak? _Vec._ Yes, and embrace her too, For one that loves you dearer-- _Duke._ O my Sweetest. _Pet._ Blush not, I will not chide ye. _Const._ To add more Unto the joy I know, I bring ye, see Sir, The happy fruit of all our Vows! _Duke._ Heavens Blessing Be round about thee ever. _John._ Pray bless me to[o], For if your Grace be well instructed this way, You'll find the keeping half the getting. _Duke._ How, Sir? _John._ I'll tell you that anon. _Const._ 'Tis true, this Gentleman Has done a charity worthy your favour, And let him have it, dear Sir. _Duke._ My best Lady He has, and ever shall have: so must you, Sir, To whom I am equal bound as to my being. _Fred._ Your Graces humble servant-- _Du._ Why kneel you, Sir? _Vec._ For pardon for my boldness: yet 'twas harmless, And all the art I have, Sir; those your Grace saw, Which you thought spirits, were my Neighbours Children Whom I instruct in Grammar here, and Musick; Their shapes, the Peoples fond opinions, Believing I can conjure, and oft repairing To know of things stoln from 'em, I keep about me, And always have in readiness, by conjecture Out of their own confessions, I oft tell 'em Things that by chance have fallen out so; which way (Having the persons here, I knew you sought for) I wrought upon your Grace; my end is mirth, And pleasing, if I can, all parties. _Duke._ I believe it, For you have pleas'd me truly: so well pleas'd me, That when I shall forget it-- _Pet._ Here's old _Antonio_, I spy'd him at a window, coming mainly I know about his Whore, the man you light on, As you discovered unto me; good your Grace, Let's stand by all, 'twill be a mirth above all, To observe his pelting fury. _Vec._ About a wench, Sir? _Pet._ A young whore that has rob'd him. _Vec._ But do you know, Sir, Where she is? _Pet._ Yes, and will make that perfect-- _Vec._ I am instructed well then. _John._ If he come To have a Devil shew'd him, by all means Let me be he, I can roar rarely. _Pet._ Be so, But take heed to his anger. _Vec._ Slip in quickly, There you shall find suits of all sorts: when I call Be ready and come forward. [_Exeunt all but_ Vecchio. Who's there comes in? _Enter_ Antonio. _Ant._ Are you the Conjurer?