[Exit Antonio.
Pier. Alberto, I am kind; Alberto, kind. 230
I am sorry for thy coz, i’faith I am.
Go, take him down, and bear him to his father.
Let him be buried; look ye, I’ll pay the priest.
Alb. Please you to admit his father to the court?
Pier. No.
Alb. Please you to restore his lands and goods again?
Pier. No.
Alb. Please you vouchsafe him lodging in the city?
Pier. God’s fut, no, thou odd uncivil fellow!
I think you do forget, sir, where you are. 240
Alb. I know you do forget, sir, where you must be.