And.[559] And——
Ran. Dear brother.
Jaco. Most respected signior;
Believe it, by the sacred end of love, 320
What much, much wrong hath forced your patience,
Proceeded from most dear affièd love,
Devoted to your house.
And.[559] Believe it, brother.
Jaco. Nay, yourself, when you shall hear the occurrences, will say ’tis happy, comical.
Ran. Assure thee, brother.
Alb. Shall I be brave? Shall I be myself now? Love, give me thy love; brothers, give me your breasts; French knight, reach me thy hand; perfumer, thy fist. Duke, I invite thee; love, I forgive thee; Frenchman, I hug thee. I’ll know all,—I’ll pardon all,—and I’ll laugh at all!
[Albano and his brothers talk apart.
Qua. And I’ll curse you all!—O ye ha’ interrupt a scene! 334
Duke. Quadratus, we will hear these points discuss’d,
With apter and more calm affected hours.