Bar. He shows it not.

Lor.‍I have marked that—the wretch!

Bar. But yesterday, I hear, on his return

To the ducal chambers, as he passed the threshold30

The old man fainted.

Lor.‍It begins to work, then.

Bar. The work is half your own.

Lor.‍And should be all mine—

My father and my uncle are no more.

Bar. I have read their epitaph, which says they died