Enter Antonio, Pandulpho, and Alberto, in maskery; Balurdo, and a Torchbearer.
Pier. Call Julio hither. Where’s the little soul?
I saw him not to-day. Here’s sport alone
For him, i’faith; for babes and fools, I know,
Relish not substance, but applaud the show.
Gal. (To the conspirators as they stand in rank for the measure.[318]) All blessèd fortune crown your brave attempt.
[To Antonio.
I have a troop to second your attempt.
[To Pandulpho.
The Venice states join hearts unto your hands.
[To Alberto.
Pier. By the delights in contemplation 40
Of coming joys, ’tis magnificent.
You grace my marriage eve with sumptuous pomp.
Sound still, loud music! O, your breath gives grace
To curious feet, that in proud measure pace.