_Pier._ Why, then, Io[315] to Hymen, mount a lofty note! Fill[316] red-cheek'd Bacchus, let Lyæus float 20 In burnish'd goblets! Force the plump-lipp'd god. Skip light lavoltas[317] in your full-sapp'd veins! 'Tis well, brim full. Even I have glut of blood: Let quaff carouse. I drink this Burdeaux wine Unto the health of dead Andrugio, Feliche, Strotzo, and Antonio's ghosts. [_Aside._] Would I had some poison to infuse it with; That having done this honour to the dead, I might send one to give them notice on't: I would endear my favour to the full.-- 30 Boy, sing aloud; make heaven's vault to ring With thy breath's strength. I drink. Now loudly sing. [_A song. The song ended the cornets sound a senet._ _Enter_ ANTONIO, PANDULPHO, _and_ ALBERTO, _in maskery_; BALURDO, _and a Torchbearer_. _Pier._ Call Julio hither. Where's the little soul? I saw him not to-day. Here's sport alone For him, i'faith; for babes and fools, I know, Relish not substance, but applaud the show. _Gal._ (_To the conspirators as they stand in rank for the measure._[318]) All blessèd fortune crown your brave attempt. [_To_ ANTONIO. I have a troop to second your attempt. [_To_ PANDULPHO. The Venice states join hearts unto your hands. [_To_ ALBERTO. _Pier._ By the delights in contemplation 40 Of coming joys, 'tis magnificent. You grace my marriage eve with sumptuous pomp. Sound still, loud music! O, your breath gives grace To curious feet, that in proud measure pace. _Ant._ [_Aside to_ MARIA.] Mother, is Julio's body---- _Mar._ [_Aside to_ ANTONIO.] Speak not, doubt not; all is above all hope. _Ant._ [_Aside._] Then will I dance and whirl about the air: Methinks I am all soul, all heart, all spirit. Now murder shall receive his ample merit. _The measure._ _While the measure is dancing_, ANDRUGIO'S _ghost is placed betwixt the music-houses_.[319] _Pier._ Bring hither suckets, candied delicates. 50 We'll taste some sweetmeats, gallants, ere we sleep. _Ant._--We'll cook your sweetmeats, gallants, with tart sour sauce. _Ghost of And._ Here will I sit, spectator of revenge, And glad my ghost in anguish of my foe. [_The maskers whisper with_ PIERO. _Pier._ Marry and shall; i'faith I were too rude, If I gainsaid so civil fashion.-- The maskers pray you to forbear the room Till they have banqueted. Let it be so: No man presume to visit them, on death. [_The maskers whisper again._ Only my self? O, why, with all my heart; 60 [_Exeunt all but_ PIERO _and the maskers_.