_Ven._ And leave none to warm your lordship's golls[231] withal; for he that dies drunk falls into hell-fire like a bucket of water--qush, qush! _Lus._ Come, be ready: nake[232] your swords: think of your wrongs; this slave has injured you. _Ven._ Troth, so he has, and he has paid well for't. _Lus._ Meet with him now. _Ven._ You'll bear us out, my lord? _Lus._ Pooh! am I a lord for nothing, think you? quickly now! _Ven._ Sa, sa, sa, thump [_Stabs the_ DUKE'S _corpse_]--there he lies. _Lus._ Nimbly done.--Ha! O villains! murderers! 'Tis the old duke, my father. _Ven._ That's a jest. _Lus._ What stiff and cold already! O, pardon me to call you from your names: 'Tis none of your deed. That villain Piato, Whom you thought now to kill, has murdered And left him thus disguised. _Hip._ And not unlikely. _Ven._ O rascal! was he not ashamed To put the duke into a greasy doublet? _Lus._ He has been stiff and cold--who knows how long? _Ven._ Marry, that I do. [_Aside._ _Lus._ No words, I pray, of anything intended. _Ven._ O my lord. _Hip._ I would fain have your lordship think that we have small reason to prate. _Lus._ Faith, thou say'st true; I'll forthwith send to court For all the nobles, bastard, duchess; tell, How here by miracle we found him dead, And in his raiment that foul villain fled. _Ven._ That will be the best way, my lord, To clear us all; let's cast about to be clear. _Lus._ Ho! Nencio, Sordido, and the rest! _Enter all of them._ _1st Ser._ My lord. _2nd Ser._ My lord. _Lus._ Be witnesses of a strange spectacle. Choosing for private conference that sad room, We found the duke my father gealed in blood. _1st Ser._ My lord the duke! run, hie thee, Nencio. Startle the court by signifying so much. _Ven._ Thus much by wit a deep revenger can, When murder's known, to be the clearest man. We're farthest off, and with as bold an eye Survey his body as the standers-by. [_Aside._ _Lus._ My royal father, too basely let blood By a malevolent slave! _Hip._ Hark! he calls thee slave again. [_Aside._ _Ven._ He has lost: he may. [_Aside._ _Lus._ O sight! look hither, see, his lips are gnawn With poison. _Ven._ How! his lips? by the mass, they be. O villain! O rogue! O slave! O rascal! _Hip._ O good deceit! he quits him with like terms. [_Aside._ _Amb._ [_Within._] Where? _Sup._ [_Within._] Which way? _Enter_ AMBITIOSO _and_ SUPERVACUO, _with_ Nobles _and_ Gentlemen. _Amb._ Over what roof hangs this prodigious comet In deadly fire? _Lus._ Behold, behold, my lords, the duke my father's murdered by a vassal that owes this habit, and here left disguised. _Enter_ DUCHESS _and_ SPURIO. _Duch._ My lord and husband! _1st Noble._ Reverend majesty! _2nd Noble._ I have seen these clothes often attending on him. _Ven._ That nobleman has been' i' th' country, for he does not lie. [_Aside._