Arb. But what to do, my lord?
Ort. What you will.
Arb. Perhaps you think I'd have you
Ask some place about the court for me, in
Recompense of this injury to my sister?
Ort. No, sir, had you been such a person, I
Should not have trusted you thus far with what
I have said. I say [it] again, I am
Your friend; if you doubt it, you wrong my honour.
Arb. Why then, my lord, to be short, nothing will
Satisfy me, but the duke's——
Ort. What?
Arb. Blood.
Ort. Why,
Thou shalt have it all, if I can help thee
To't; this night will I convey you privately
Into his bed-chamber. Come along with me,
And I will tell you all. [Exit.
Arb. My lord, I follow you.
Sister, go to your chamber.
Art. O brother!
Heaven preserve you in this danger.