LUS. My kind lords, I do return the like.
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?
3D NOBLE. Not since two hours before noon my lord, And then he privately rode forth.
2D 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.
3D NOBLE. 'Tis oracle, my lord. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ VENDICE _and_ HIPPOLITO. VENDICE _out of_ _his disguise._
HIP. So, so, all's as it should be, y' are yourself.
VEN. How that great villain puts me to my shifts!
HIP. He that did lately in disguise reject thee, Shall, now thou art thyself, as much respect thee.
VEN. 'Twill be the quainter fallacy. But, brother, 'Sfoot, what use will he put me to now, think'st thou?
HIP. Nay, you must pardon me in that: I know not. H' has some employment for you: but what 'tis, He and his secretary (the devil) know best.
VEN. Well, I must suit my tongue to his desires, What colour soe'er they be; hoping at last To pile up all my wishes on his breast.
HIP. Faith, brother, he himself shows the way.
VEN. Now the duke is dead, the realm is clad in clay. His death being not yet known, under his name The people still are govern'd. Well, thou his son Art not long-liv'd: thou shalt not joy his death; To kill thee, then, I should most honour thee; For 'twould stand firm in every man's belief, Thou'st a kind child, and only died'st with grief.
HIP. You fetch about well; but let's talk in present. How will you appear in fashion different, As well as in apparel, to make all things possible? If you be but once tripp'd, we fall for ever. It is not the least policy to be double; You must change tongue: familiar was your first.
VEN. Why, I'll bear me in some strain of melancholy, And string myself with heavy-sounding wire, Like such an instrument, that speaks merry things sadly.
HIP. That is as I meant; I gave you out at first in discontent.
HIP. 'Sfoot, here he comes. Hast thought upon't?
HIP. 'Tis Vendice, my discontented brother, Whom, 'cording to your will, I've brought to court.