_Ven._ Almost struck blind; This bright unusual shine to me seems proud; I dare not look till the sun be in a cloud. _Lus._ I think I shall affect[224] his melancholy, How are they now? _Ven._ The better for your asking. _Lus._ You shall be better yet, if you but fasten Truly on my intent. Now y'are both present, I will unbrace such a close private villain Unto your vengeful swords, the like ne'er heard of, Who hath disgraced you much, and injured us. _Hip._ Disgraced us, my lord? _Lus._ Ay, Hippolito. I kept it here till now, that both your angers Might meet him at once. _Ven._ I'm covetous To know the villain. _Lus._ You know him: that slave-pander, Piato, whom we threatened last With irons in perpetual 'prisonment. _Ven._ All this is I. [_Aside._ _Hip._ Is't he, my lord? _Lus._ I'll tell you; you first preferred him to me. _Ven._ Did you, brother? _Hip._ I did indeed. _Lus._ And the ungrateful villain, To quit that kindness, strongly wrought with me-- Being, as you see, a likely man for pleasure-- With jewels to corrupt your virgin sister. _Hip._ O villain! _Ven._ He shall surely die that did it. _Lus._ I, far from thinking any virgin harm, Especially knowing her to be as chaste As that part which scarce suffers to be touched-- The eye--would not endure him. _Ven._ Would you not, my lord? 'Twas wondrous honourably done. _Lus._ But with some fine frowns kept him out. _Ven._ Out, slave! _Lus._ What did me he, but in revenge of that, Went of his own free will to make infirm Your sister's honour (whom I honour with my soul For chaste respect) and not prevailing there (As 'twas but desperate folly to attempt it), In mere spleen, by the way, waylays your mother, Whose honour being a coward as it seems, Yielded by little force. _Ven._ Coward indeed! _Lus._ He, proud of this advantage (as he thought), Brought me this news for happy. But I, Heaven forgive me for't!-- _Ven._ What did your honour? _Lus._ In rage pushed him from me, Trampled beneath his throat, spurned him, and bruised: Indeed I was too cruel, to say troth. _Hip._ Most nobly managed! _Ven._ Has not Heaven an ear? is all the lightning wasted? [_Aside._ _Lus._ If I now were so impatient in a modest cause, What should you be? _Ven._ Full mad: he shall not live To see the moon change. _Lus._ He's about the palace; Hippolito, entice him this way, that thy brother May take full mark of him. _Hip._ Heart! that shall not need, my lord: I can direct him so far. _Lus._ Yet for my hate's sake, Go, wind him this way. I'll see him bleed myself. _Hip._ What now, brother? [_Aside._ _Ven._ Nay, e'en what you will--y'are put to't, brother. [_Aside._ _Hip._ An impossible task, I'll swear, To bring him hither, that's already here. [_Aside and Exit._ _Lus._ Thy name? I have forgot it. _Ven._ Vendice, my lord.