_Coz._ You shall possess it Sooner than you expect:---- Only be pleased to be ready, when my secretary Waits on you, to take the fresh air. My nephew, And my bosom friend, so to cheat me! 'tis not fair. [_Aside._ _Re-enter_ GIOVANNI _and_ SANAZARRO. _Sanaz._ Where should this princess be? nor in her lodgings, Nor in the private walks, her own retreat, Which she so much frequented! _Giov._ By my life, She's with the duke! and I much more than fear Her forwardness to prefer my suit hath ruin'd What with such care we built up. _Coz._ Have you furnish'd Those coursers, as we will'd you? _Sanaz._ There's no sign Of anger in his looks. _Giov._ They are complete, sir. _Coz._ 'Tis well: to your rest. Soft sleeps wait on you, madam. To-morrow, with the rising of the sun, Be ready to ride with us.--They with more safety Had trod on fork-tongued adders, than provoked me. [_Aside, and exit._ _Fior._ I come not to be thank'd, sir, for the speedy Performance of my promise touching Lidia: It is effected. _Sanaz._ We are undone. [_Aside._ _Fior._ The duke No sooner heard me with my best of language Describe her excellencies, as you taught me, But he confirm'd it.--You look sad, as if You wish'd it were undone. _Giov._ No, gracious madam, I am your servant for 't. _Fior._ Be you as careful For what I moved to you.--Count Sanazarro, Now I perceive you honour me, in vouchsafing To wear so slight a favour. _Sanaz._ 'Tis a grace I am unworthy of. _Fior._ You merit more, In prizing so a trifle. Take this diamond; I'll second what I have begun; for know, Your valour hath so won upon me, that 'Tis not to be resisted: I have said, sir, And leave you to interpret it. [_Exit._ _Sanaz._ This to me Is wormwood. 'Tis apparent we are taken In our own noose. What's to be done? _Giov._ I know not. And 'tis a punishment justly fallen upon me, For leaving truth, a constant mistress, that Ever protects her servants, to become A slave to lies and falsehood. What excuse Can we make to the duke, what mercy hope for, Our packing[78] being laid open? _Sanaz._ 'Tis not to Be question'd but his purposed journey is To see fair Lidia. _Giov._ And to divert him Impossible. _Sanaz._ There's now no looking backward. _Giov._ And which way to go on with safety, not To be imagined. _Sanaz._ Give me leave: I have An embryon in my brain, which, I despair not, May be brought to form and fashion, provided You will be open-breasted. _Giov._ 'Tis no time now, Our dangers being equal, to conceal A thought from you. _Sanaz._ What power hold you o'er Lidia? Do you think that, with some hazard of her life, She would prevent your ruin?