De C. Claudilla's?
Des. Yes; where you shall hear something worthy the
Encouragement of our father's spirit in thee.
I am now to wait upon the duke: he
That keeps us what we are.
De C. The duke!—--I have the game in view,
And now discern what I must pay him for my place.
Des. You are full of thoughts, my lord!
De C. Brother, our lives are on the cast; but 'tis not that
Does interpose 'em. There's something in my fears
Still presents Cleara. Take heed, Dessandro;
A virgin's tears leave sad and fatal prints.
Des. Your wishes are a brother's; but those dreams
Chill not my sleeps. Think on that concerns us
Near, and be active.
De C. I shall not fail ye. Farewell! [Exit De Castro.
Enter Pirez.
Des. Your lordship's pardon: Which way walk you?