Feli. Tut, that’s all one: I will defame thy love,
And make thy dead trunk held in vile regard.
Ant. Wilt needs have it so? why then, Antonio, 230
Vive esperanza in dispetto del fato.
[Exit.
Enter Piero, Galeatzo, Matzagente, Forobosco, Balurdo, and Castilio, with weapons.
Pier. O, my sweet princes, was’t not bravely found?
Even there I found the note, even there it lay:
I kiss the place for joy, that there it lay.
This way he went, here let us make a stand:
I’ll keep this gate myself. O gallant youth!
I’ll drink carouse unto your country’s health
Even in Antonio’s skull.
Bal. Lord bless us, his breath is more fearful than a sergeant’s voice when he cries, I arrest. 240
Enter Antonio, disguised as a sailor.
Ant. Stop Antonio! keep, keep Antonio!
Pier. Where, where, man, where?
Ant. Here, here: let me pursue him down the marsh!