Duke. You will want a pillow, till you come both
To execution, then you shall have one—
A block to lay your heads on.
Amph. Know, [O] duke,
My head will rest better with his upon a block,
Than with yours on the softest pillow. How
Many lies must I confess, before I die. [Aside.
Duke. Indeed, you'll sleep pretty soundly. See, her scorn
To me makes death a pleasure to her. [Aside.
My lord, give order that she may be brought
Immediately to her trial; in the meantime,
Jailor, take them into your custody;
Lay 'em in shackles both. Cousin, many thanks
To you for this timely discovery.
I must leave you awhile. [Exit.
Ort. Duke, you shall have
Less to thank me for, else I am deceiv'd.
I've found out he loves Amphelia still,
So she does him. Now will I go possess
Arbatus of this, and tell him how the duke
Intends to fool his sister. He has the
Character of so strict a brother, and so brave
A spirit, that his soul will never digest
This injury without the duke's blood.
Will join with him, and tell him how
The business may be done.
By this, one of these three things shall I have
Either a mistress, dukedom, or a grave.
Enter Arbatus and Artabella.
See, here comes Arbatus and his sister
Artabella; they talk very earnestly.
Arb. Sister, I do not like it; the duke will
Fool ye.
Art. Indeed, brother, I am amaz'd
At this delay.
Arb. How does he carry himself
To you?
Art. With all respect imaginable.