Leo. Like enough so.
Ant. And in my conceit I am as honourable.
Duke. If you are not, you deserve to be.
Ant. Where's Signor Petrucio?
Enter Petrucio and Gasparo.
Pet. Nay, good father, do not trouble me now; 'tis enough now, that I have promised you to go to the duke with me; in the meantime, let me work out matters; do not clog me in the way of my preferment. When I am a nobleman, I will do by you, as Jupiter did by the other deities; that is, I will let down my chair of honour, and pull you up after me.[352]
Gas. Well, you shall rule me, son. [Exit.
Duke. Signor, where have you been?
Pet. I have been forcing my brain to the composition of a few verses, in the behalf of your entertainment, and I never knew them flow so dully from me before: an exorcist would have conjured you up half-a-dozen spirits in the space.
Leo. Indeed, I heard you make a fearful noise, as if you had been in travail with some strange monster.