Val. Sir?
Duke. O, Valerio, I am desperately in love: That lady, with whom you saw me talking, has—But I lose time; she's gone; haste after her,—find her,—bring her back to me.
Val. If it be possible.
Duke. It must be possible; the quiet of my life depends upon it.
Val. Which way took she?
Duke. Go any way,—every way; ask no questions: I know no more, but that she must,—must be had.
[Exit Valerio.
Fred. Sir, the assembly will observe, that—
Duke. Damn the assembly; 'tis a dull insignificant crowd, now she is not here: Break it up, I'll stay no longer.
Fred. [Aside.] I hope she's safe, and then this fantastic love of my father's will make us sport to-momorrow.
[Exeunt.