Duke. For 'twas extremely remarkable. I remember very well, 'twas a loose long robe, streaked black and white, girt with a large silver ribband, and the vizor was a Moor's face.
Fred. [Running to the chair where the habits are sits down.] Sir, I beg pardon of your highness for this rudeness; I am—O, Oh!—
Duke. What's the matter?
Fred. I am taken so extremely ill o' the sudden, that I am forced to sit before you.
Duke. Alas, what's your distemper?
Fred. A most violent griping, which pulls me together on a heap.
Duke. Some cold, I fear, you took last night. [Runs to the door.] Who waits there? Call physicians to the prince.
Fred. Ascanio, remove these quickly. [Ascanio takes away the habits, and Exit.
Duke. [Returning.] How do you find yourself?
Fred. [Arising.] Much better, sir: That which pained me is removed. As it came unexpectedly, so it went as suddenly.