Ang. What my brother commands, I must obey.
Lio. Join hands together; be wise; and use
Your dignities with a due reverence.
Tiberius Cæsar joy'd not in the birth
Of great Sejanus' fortunes with that zeal,
As I shall to have rais'd you—though I hope
A different fate attends you.
Duke. Go to the church,
Perform your rites there, and return again,
As fast as you can.
Gas. I could e'en expire with contemplation of his happiness.
Lio. What old man's that?
Pet. This is my father, sir.
Lio. Your own father?
Gas. So please your grace.
Lio. Give him a pair
Of velvet breeches from our grandsire's wardrobe.
Gas. Thrice noble duke. Come, son, let's to the church.