_Lus._ Pish! I shall prove too bitter, with a word Make thee a perpetual prisoner, And lay this iron age upon thee. _Ven._ Mum! For there's a doom would make a woman dumb. Missing the bastard--next him--the wind's come about: Now 'tis my brother's turn to stay, mine to go out. [_Aside. Exit._ _Lus._ He has greatly moved me. _Hip._ Much to blame, i' faith. _Lus._ But I'll recover, to his ruin. 'Twas told me lately, I know not whether falsely, that you'd a brother. _Hip._ Who, I? yes, my good lord, I have a brother. _Lus._ How chance the court ne'er saw him? of what nature? How does he apply his hours? _Hip._ Faith, to curse fates Who, as he thinks, ordained him to be poor-- Keeps at home, full of want and discontent. _Lus._ There's hope in him; for discontent and want Is the best clay to mould a villain of. [_Aside._ Hippolito, wish him repair to us: If there be ought in him to please our blood, For thy sake we'll advance him, and build fair His meanest fortunes; for it is in us To rear up towers from cottages. _Hip._ It is so, my lord: he will attend your honour; But he's a man in whom much melancholy dwells. _Lus._ Why, the better; bring him to court. _Hip._ With willingness and speed: Whom he cast off e'en now, must now succeed. Brother, disguise must off; In thine own shape now I'll prefer thee to him: How strangely does himself work to undo him! [_Aside. Exit._ _Lus._ This fellow will come fitly; he shall kill That other slave, that did abuse my spleen, And made it swell to treason. I have put Much of my heart into him; he must die. He that knows great men's secrets, and proves slight,[221] That man ne'er lives to see his beard turn white. Ay, he shall speed him: I'll employ the brother; Slaves are but nails to drive out one another. He being of black condition, suitable To want and ill-content, hope of preferment Will grind him to an edge. _Enter_ Nobles. _1st Noble._ Good days unto your honour. _Lus._ My kind lords, I do return the like. _2nd Noble._ Saw you my lord the duke? _Lus._ My lord and father! is he from court? _1st Noble._ He's sure from court; But where--which way his pleasure took, we know not, Nor can we hear on't. _Lus._ Here come those should tell. Saw you my lord and father? _3rd Noble._ Not since two hours before noon, my lord, And then he privately rode forth. _Lus._ O, he's rid forth. _1st Noble._ 'Twas wondrous privately. _2nd Noble._ There's none i' th' court had any knowledge on't. _Lus._ His grace is old and sudden: 'tis no treason To say the duke, my father, has a humour, Or such a toy about him; what in us Would appear light, in him seems virtuous. _3rd Noble._ 'Tis oracle, my lord. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_An Apartment in the Palace._ _Enter_ VENDICE, _out of his disguise, and_ HIPPOLITO. _Hip._ So, so, all's as it should be, y'are yourself.