Zan. Most true. Lodo. The bed of snakes is broke. Zan. I sadly do confess, I had a hand In the black deed. Fran. Thou kept'st their counsel. Zan. Right; For which, urg'd with contrition, I intend This night to rob Vittoria. Lodo. Excellent penitence! Usurers dream on 't while they sleep out sermons. Zan. To further our escape, I have entreated Leave to retire me, till the funeral, Unto a friend i' th' country: that excuse Will further our escape. In coin and jewels I shall at least make good unto your use An hundred thousand crowns. Fran. Oh, noble wench! Lodo. Those crowns we 'll share. Zan. It is a dowry, Methinks, should make that sun-burnt proverb false, And wash the Æthiop white. Fran. It shall; away. Zan. Be ready for our flight. Fran. An hour 'fore day. [Exit Zanche. Oh, strange discovery! why, till now we knew not The circumstances of either of their deaths. Re-enter Zanche Zan. You 'll wait about midnight in the chapel? Fran. There. [Exit Zanche. Lodo. Why, now our action 's justified. Fran. Tush for justice! What harms it justice? we now, like the partridge, Purge the disease with laurel; for the fame Shall crown the enterprise, and quit the shame. [Exeunt. SCENE IV Enter Flamineo and Gasparo, at one door; another way, Giovanni, attended Gas. The young duke: did you e'er see a sweeter prince? Flam. I have known a poor woman's bastard better favoured--this is behind him. Now, to his face--all comparisons were hateful. Wise was the courtly peacock, that, being a great minion, and being compared for beauty by some dottrels that stood by to the kingly eagle, said the eagle was a far fairer bird than herself, not in respect of her feathers, but in respect of her long talons: his will grow out in time. --My gracious lord. Giov. I pray leave me, sir. Flam. Your grace must be merry; 'tis I have cause to mourn; for wot you, what said the little boy that rode behind his father on horseback? Giov. Why, what said he? Flam. When you are dead, father, said he, I hope that I shall ride in the saddle. Oh, 'tis a brave thing for a man to sit by himself! he may stretch himself in the stirrups, look about, and see the whole compass of the hemisphere. You 're now, my lord, i' th' saddle. Giov. Study your prayers, sir, and be penitent: 'Twere fit you 'd think on what hath former been; I have heard grief nam'd the eldest child of sin. [Exit.