Duke. His holiness, your uncle, shall never be acquainted with your flight, on condition you will wholly renounce my son, and give yourself to me.
Lau. Alas, sir, for whom do you mistake me?
Duke. I mistake you not, madam: I know you for Lucretia. You forget that your disguise betrays you.
Lau. Then, sir, I perceive I must disabuse you: If you please to withdraw a little, that I may not be seen by others, I will pull off my mask, and discover to you, that Lucretia and I have no resemblance, but only in our misfortunes.
Duke. 'Tis in vain, madam, this dissembling: I protest, if you pull off your mask, I will hide my face, and not look upon you, to convince you that I know you.
Enter Benito.
Ben. So, now the fray is over, a man may appear again with safety.—Oh, the rogues are caught, I see, and the damsels delivered. This was the effect of my valour at the second hand.
Aur. Look, look, Camillo! it was my perpetual fool that caused all this; and now he stands yonder, laughing at his mischief, as the devil is pictured, grinning behind the witch upon the gallows.
Ben. [To Mario.] I see, sir, you have got your women, and I am glad on't: I took them just flying from the nunnery.
Duke. [To Lau.] You see that fellow knows you too.