VEN. Would you not, my lord? 'Twas wondrous honourably done.
LUS. But with some few[89] frowns kept him out.
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.
LUS. He, proud of this advantage (as he thought), Brought me this news for happy. But I, heaven forgive me for't!----
LUS. In rage push'd him from me, Trampled beneath his throat, spurn'd him, and bruis'd: Indeed I was too truel, to say troth.
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.
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._
LUS. It does betoken courage; thou shouldst be valiant, And kill thine enemies.
LUS. Then I'll praise thee. Do thou observe me best, and I'll best raise thee.
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.
VEN. 'Twas well convey'd upon a sudden wit.
LUS. What, are you both Firmly resolv'd? I'll see him dead myself.
LUS. You may direct your brother to take note of him.
LUS. Rise but in this, and you shall never fall.
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_ LUSURIOSO.
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:[90] or is't kept up In stock for heavier vengeance? there it goes!