_Gasp._ Those noblemen Which were invited to your prodigal feasts (Wherein the phœnix scarce could scape your throats) Laugh at your misery; as fore-deeming you An idle meteor, which, drawn forth the earth, Would be soon lost i' the air. _Ant._ Jest upon you, And say you were begotten in an earthquake, You have ruined such fair lordships. _Lod._ Very good. This well goes with two buckets: I must tend The pouring out of either. _Gasp._ Worse than these; You have acted certain murders here in Rome, Bloody and full of horror. _Lod._ 'Las, they were flea-bitings. Why took they not my head, then? _Gasp._ O, my lord, The law doth sometimes mediate, thinks it good Not ever to steep violent sins in blood: This gentle penance may both end your crimes, And in the example better these bad times. _Lod._ So; but I wonder, then, some great men scape This banishment: there's Paulo Giordano Ursini, The Duke of Brachiano, now lives in Rome, And by close panderism seeks to prostitute The honour of Vittoria Corombona; Vittoria, she that might have got my pardon For one kiss to the duke. _Ant._ Have a full man within you. We see that trees bear no such pleasant fruit There where they grew first as where they are new set: Perfumes, the more they are chafed, the more they render Their pleasing scents; and so affliction Expresseth virtue fully, whether true Or else adulterate. _Lod._ Leave your painted comforts: I'll make Italian cut-works[15] in their guts, If ever I return. _Gasp._ O, sir! _Lod._ I am patient. I have seen some ready to be executed Give pleasant looks and money, and grown familiar With the knave hangman: so do I: I thank them, And would account them nobly merciful, Would they despatch me quickly. _Ant._ Fare you well: We shall find time, I doubt not, to repeal Your banishment. _Lod._ I am ever bound to you: This is the world's alms; pray, make use of it. Great men sell sheep thus to be cut in pieces, When first they have shorn them bare and sold their fleeces. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_An Apartment in_ CAMILLO'S _House._ _Sennet.[16] Enter_ BRACHIANO, CAMILLO, FLAMINEO, VITTORIA COROMBONA, _and_ Attendants. _Brach._ Your best of rest! _Vit. Cor._ Unto my lord, the duke, The best of welcome!--More lights! attend the duke. [_Exeunt_ CAMILLO _and_ VITTORIA COROMBONA. _Brach._ Flamineo,-- _Flam._ My lord? _Brach._ Quite lost, Flamineo. _Flam._ Pursue your noble wishes, I am prompt. As lightning to your service. O, my lord, The fair Vittoria, my happy sister, [_Whispers._ Shall give you present audience.--Gentlemen, Let the caroche[17] go on; and 'tis his pleasure You put out all your torches, and depart. [_Exeunt_ Attendants. _Brach._ Are we so happy?