Des. 'Tis there again, and has stopp'd the use I took it for.
De F. Ha! I'll make thy name a boy's play,
And kill thee on the threshold of thy door.
Des. Go, go, take your rest! When you are
Recovered, I may own you.
De F. Thou hast not blood enough to answer this. [Exeunt.
Enter Pirez and Sampayo.
Samp. You tell me strange ones.
Pir. But true ones.
Samp. Nice windings!
Pir. This duke can strangely back his purposes,
Where they like him. 'Tis a fair lift
To Dessandro's fortune; his stars shin'd.
Samp. True; she has a spacious fortune; but I shall
Tell your lordship what perhaps you know not.