And Joy and Recompence of all their Toils.
—Why, so was Cloris, Laura too, to me,
Which both were ravish’d from me, Prince, by thee. Knocks within.
Piet. Sir, they be the Bravoes and Curtezans. Pietro goes out.
Cur. ’Tis well, I need not talk with them,
They understand their work.
Piet. They do, my Lord, and shall be ready at your stamp;
They are all Neapolitans, you know, Sir.
Cur. Are they the better for that?
Piet. Much, Sir, a Venetian will turn to your Enemy,