[Exeunt Forobosco and Castilio.
I hold Antonio, for his father’s sake,
So very dearly, so entirely choice,
That knew I but a thought of prejudice
Imagined ’gainst his high ennobled blood,
I would maintain a mortal feud, undying hate,
’Gainst the conceiver’s life. And shall justice sleep
In fleshly lethargy, for mine own blood’s favour,
When the sweet prince hath so apparent scorn
By my—I will not call her daughter? Go, 90
Conduct in the loved youth Antonio:
[Exit Alberto to fetch Antonio.
He shall behold me spurn my private good;
Piero loves his honour more than ’s blood.
Ant. [Aside.] The devil he does more than both.
Bal. Stand back there, fool; I do hate a fool most, most pathetically. O, these that have no sap of retort and obtuse wit in them: faugh!
Ant. Puff, hold, world; puff, hold, bubble; puff, hold, world; puff, break not behind; puff, thou art full of wind; puff, keep up thy[290] wind; puff, ’tis broke! and now I laugh like a good fool at the breath of mine own lips, he, he, he, he, he! 102
Bal. You fool!
Ant. You fool, puff!