Amph. Fright those that fear you. [Exit.
Ort. Curses of all fool'd men (like me) light heavy
On thee! Revenge begins to fill my heart,
And I will pour it out on this base woman.
I know the way: I'll to the duke.
Enter Duke.
I am
Glad I have met your highness, for I have
Business to impart to you that concerns your life.
Duke. What is't, Ortellus?
Ort. Know, sir,
Amphelia, that——
Duke. Loves you?
Ort. No, sir, she loves
The pris'ner.
Duke. 'Tis impossible.
Ort. 'Tis very true, sir,
I caught her coming from him! she's designing
His escape, and for aught I know, her love
To him may put other thoughts into her head.