_Gon._ 'Tis enough; you two I love heartily; for thy silence never displeaseth me, nor thy speech ever offend me. See, our daughter attends us.--My fair, my wise, my chaste, my duteous, and indeed, in all, my daughter (for such a pretty soul for all the world have I been), what! I think we have made the prince to feel his error. What! did he think he had weak fools in hand? No, he shall find, as wisely said Lucullus, Young men are fools that go about to gull us. 338 _Dul._ But sooth, my wisest father, the young prince is yet forgetful, and resteth resolute in his much-unadvised love. _Gon._ Is't possible? _Dul._ Nay, I protest, what ere he feign to you (as he can feign most deeply)---- _Gon._ Right, we know it; for if you mark'd, he would not once take sense of any such intent from him. O impudence, what mercy canst thou look for! _Dul._ And as I said, royally wise and wisely royal father---- _Gon._ I think that eloquence is hereditary. 350 _Dul._ Tho' he can feign, yet I presume your sense is quick enough to find him. _Gon._ Quick, is't not, Granuffo?[214] Is't not, Fawn? Why, I did know you feigned, nay, I do know (by the just sequence of such impudence) that he hath laid some second siege unto thy bosom, with most miraculous conveyances of some rich present on thee. _Dul._ O bounteous Heaven, how liberal are your graces to my Nestor-like father! _Gon._ Is't not so, say? 360 _Dul._ 'Tis so, oraculous father; he hath now more than courted with bare phrases. See, father, see, the very bane of honour, Corruption of justice and virginity: Gifts hath he left with me. O view this scarf; This, as he call'd it, most envièd silk, That should embrace an arm, or waist, or side, Which he much fear'd should never--this he left, Despite my much resistance. 369 _Gon._ Did he so? Give't me. I'll give't him. I'll regive his token with so sharp advantage. _Dul._ Nay, my worthy father, read but these cunning letters. _Gon._ Letters--where? [_Reads._ _Prove you but justly loving, and conceive me, Till justice leave the gods, I'll never leave thee. For tho' the duke seem wise, he'll find this strain, Where two hearts yield consent, all thwarting's vain._ And darest thou then aver this wicked writ? O world of wenching wiles, where is thy wit? 380 _Enter_ TIBERIO. _Dul._ But other talk for us were far more fit, For, see, here comes the Prince Tiberio. _Gon._ Daughter, upon thy obedience, instantly take thy chamber. _Dul._ Dear father, in all duty, let me beseech your leave, that I may but---- _Gon._ Go to, go to! you are a simple fool, a very simple animal. _Dul._ Yet[215] let me (the loyal servant of simplicity)----