_Lus._ 'Tis a good name that. _Ven._ Ay, a revenger. _Lus._ It does betoken courage; thou shouldst be valiant, And kill thine enemies. _Ven._ That's my hope, my lord. _Lus._ This slave is one. _Ven._ I'll doom him. _Lus._ Then I'll praise thee. Do thou observe me best, and I'll best raise thee. _Re-enter_ HIPPOLITO. _Ven._ Indeed, I thank you. _Lus._ Now, Hippolito, where's the slave-pander? _Hip._ Your good lordship Would have a loathsome sight of him, much offensive. He's not in case now to be seen, my lord. The worst of all the deadly sins is in him-- That beggarly damnation, drunkenness. _Lus._ Then he's a double slave. _Ven._ 'Twas well conveyed upon a sudden wit. [_Aside._ _Lus._ What, are you both Firmly resolved? I'll see him dead myself. _Ven._ Or else let not us live. _Lus._ You may direct your brother to take note of him. _Hip._ I shall. _Lus._ Rise but in this, and you shall never fall. _Ven._ Your honour's vassals. _Lus._ This was wisely carried. [_Aside._ Deep policy in us makes fools of such: Then must a slave die, when he knows too much. [_Exit._ _Ven._ O thou almighty patience! 'tis my wonder That such a fellow, impudent and wicked, Should not be cloven as he stood; Or with a secret wind burst open! Is there no thunder left: or is't kept up In stock for heavier vengeance? [_Thunder_] there it goes! _Hip._ Brother, we lose ourselves. _Ven._ But I have found it; 'Twill hold, 'tis sure; thanks, thanks to any spirit, That mingled it 'mongst my inventions. _Hip._ What is't? _Ven._ 'Tis sound and good; thou shalt partake it; I'm hired to kill myself. _Hip._ True. _Ven._ Prythee, mark it; And the old duke being dead, but not conveyed, For he's already missed too, and you know Murder will peep out of the closest husk-- _Hip._ Most true. _Ven._ What say you then to this device? If we dressed up the body of the duke? _Hip._ In that disguise of yours? _Ven._ Y'are quick, y' have reached it. _Hip._ I like it wondrously. _Ven._ And being in drink, as you have published him. To lean him on his elbow, as if sleep had caught him, Which claims most interest in such sluggy men? _Hip._ Good yet; but here's a doubt; We, thought by the duke's son to kill that pander, Shall, when he is known, be thought to kill the duke. _Ven._ Neither, O thanks! it is substantial: For that disguise being on him which I wore, It will be thought I, which he calls the pander, did kill the duke, and fled away in his apparel, leaving him so disguised to avoid swift pursuit. _Hip._ Firmer and firmer. _Ven._ Nay, doubt not, 'tis in grain: I warrant it holds colour. _Hip._ Let's about it. _Ven._ By the way, too, now I think on't, brother, Let's conjure that base devil out of our mother. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_A Corridor in the Palace._