Hip. Come now: to avoid all suspicion, let's forsake this room, and be going to meet the duke's son.
Ven. Content: I'm for any weather. Heart! step close: here he comes.
Enter Lussurioso.
Hip. My honoured lord!
Lus. O me! you both present?
Ven. E'en newly, my lord, just as your lordship entered now: about this place we had notice given he should be, but in some loathsome plight or other.
Hip. Came your honour private?
Lus. Private enough for this; only a few
Attend my coming out.
Hip. Death rot those few! [Aside.
Lus. Stay, yonder's the slave.
Ven. Mass, there's the slave, indeed, my lord.
'Tis a good child: he calls his father a slave! [Aside.
Lus. Ay, that's the villain, the damned villain.
Softly. Tread easy.
Ven. Pah! I warrant you, my lord, we'll stifle in
our breaths.
Lus. That will do well:
Base rogue, thou sleepest thy last; 'tis policy
To have him killed in's sleep; for if he waked,
He would betray all to them.
Ven. But, my lord—
Lus. Ha, what say'st?
Ven. Shall we kill him now he's drunk?