Gas. What's that?
Moc. I shall live so well on earth,
I ne'er shall think of any other joys.
Gas. I wish all joy to you; but 'tis in th' power
Of fate to work a miracle upon you.
You may obtain the grace, with other men,
To repent your bargain before you have well seal'd it.
Lor. Or she may prove his purgatory, and send him
To heaven the sooner.
Gas. Suchlike effects as these
Are not unheard of in nature.
Moc. For all these scruples,
I am resolv'd. Bring me, that I may see her;
Young handsome ladies are like prizes at a horse-race, where
Every well-breath'd gentleman may put in for his share. [Exeunt.
Enter Duke and Leonardo.
Leo. But are you resolved of this course, sir?
Duke. Yes; we'll be once mad in our days, and do an exploit for posterity to talk of. Will you join with me?
Leo. I am at your grace's disposing.