_And._ Saint Mark, she shall not. 220 She[419] shall not, brother, by our father's soul. _Ran._ Good day. _Jaco._ Wish me good day? It stands in idle stead; My Celia's lost! all my good days are dead! [_The cornets sound a flourish._ Hark: Lorenzo Celso, the loose Venice Duke Is going to bed; 'tis now a forward morn, For he take rest. O strange transformèd sight, When princes make night day, the day their night! _And._ Come, we'll petition him. _Jaco._ Away! Away! He scorns all plaints; makes jest of serious suit. 230 _Ran._ Fall out as 'twill, I am resolved to do't. [_The cornets sound._ _Enter the_ Duke _coupled with a_ Lady; _two couples more with them, the men having tobacco-pipes in their hands, the women sit; they dance a round. The petition is delivered up by_ RANDOLFO; _the_ Duke _lights his tobacco-pipe with it, and goes out dancing_. _Ran._ Saint Mark! Saint Mark! _Jaco._ Did not I tell you? lose no more rich time; What can one get but mire from a swine? _And._ Let's work a cross; we'll fame it all about The Frenchman's gelded. _Ran._ O that's absolute. _Jaco._ Fie on't! Away! She knows too well 'tis false. I fear it too well. No, no, I have't will strongly do't. Who knows Francisco Soranza? _Ran._ Pish! pish! Why, what of him? 240 _Jaco._ Is he not wondrous like your deceased kinsman, Albano? _And._ Exceedingly; the strangest, nearly like In voice, in gesture, face, in---- _Ran._ Nay, he hath Albano's imperfection too, And stuts[420] when he is vehemently moved. _Jaco._ Observe me, then; him would I have disguised, Most perfect, like Albano; giving out, Albano saved by swimming (as in faith 'Tis known he swome most strangely): rumour him 250 This morn arrived in Venice, here to lurk, As having heard the forward nuptials; T' observe his wife's most infamous lewd haste, And to revenge---- _Ran._ I have't, I have't, I have't; 'twill be invincible. _Jaco._ By this means now some little time we catch For better hopes, at least disturb the match. _And._ I'll to Francisco. _Ran._ Brother Adrian, You have our brother's picture; shape him to it. 259 _And._ Precise in each point:[421] tush, tush! fear it not. _Ran._ Saint Mark then prosper once our hopeful plot! _Jaco._ Good souls, good day; I have not slept last night; I'll take a nap: then pell-mell broach all spite. [_Exeunt._ [403] "Rare.--Rare, seld, unusuall, _geason_."--_Cotgrave._ (Spenser has the word more than once. The derivation is uncertain.) [404] Old eds. "Lucea." [405] Repaired, renovated.