_Y. Son._ Desire 'em hither: call 'em up--my brothers! They shall deny it to your faces. _1st Off._ My lord, They're far enough by this; at least at court; And this most strict command they left behind 'em. When grief swam in their eyes, they showed like brothers, Brimful of heavy sorrow--but the duke "Must have his pleasure." _Y. Son._ His pleasure! _1st Off._ These were the last words, which my memory bears, "Commend us to the scaffold in our tears." _Y. Son._ Pox dry their tears! what should I do with tears? I hate 'em worse than any citizen's son Can hate salt water. Here came a letter now, New-bleeding from their pens, scarce stinted yet: Would I'd been torn in pieces when I tore it: Look, you officious whoresons, words of comfort, "Not long a prisoner." _1st Off._ It says true in that, sir; for you must suffer presently. _Y. Son._ A villainous Duns[217] upon the letter, knavish exposition! Look you then here, sir: "we'll get thee out by a trick," says he. _2nd Off._ That may hold too, sir; for you know a trick is commonly four cards,[218] which was meant by us four officers. _Y. Son._ Worse and worse dealing. _1st. Off._ The hour beckons us. The headsman waits: lift up your eyes to Heaven. _Y. Son._ I thank you, faith; good pretty wholesome counsel! I should look up to Heaven, as you said, Whilst he behind me cosens me of my head. Ay, that's the trick. _3rd Off._ You delay too long, my lord. _Y. Son._ Stay, good authority's bastards; since I must Through brothers' perjury, die, O, let me venom Their souls with curses. _3rd Off._ Come, 'tis no time to curse. _Y. Son._ Must I bleed then without respect of sign? well-- My fault was sweet sport which the world approves, I die for that which every woman loves. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV.--_A Lodge in the Ducal Grounds._ _Enter_ VENDICE, _disguised, and_ HIPPOLITO. _Ven._ O, sweet, delectable, rare, happy, ravishing! _Hip._ Why, what's the matter, brother? _Ven._ O, 'tis able to make a man spring up and knock his forehead Against yon silver ceiling. _Hip._ Prythee, tell me; Why may not I partake with you? you vowed once To give me share to every tragic thought.