[ACT IV.]
Enter Ortellus and Arbatus, as going into the Duke's bed-chamber, and the Duke in bed.
Ort. So, I will keep the door, whilst you
Dispatch him.
Arb. My lord,
I find you truly noble. Why, duke; why, duke! I say.
Methinks my voice should wake his guilty soul,
Nothing but innocence can sleep secure;
Then why, good heaven, does he take
Such rest?
Awake, thou drowsy devil! Duke, my sister's
Wrongs do call thee from thy sleep; methinks
The sound of those should pierce thy ears. Why, duke!
Duke. What bold voice is that?
Arb. One that will be more
Bold with you.
Duke. Who is't so impudent as
To break my sleep?
Arb. 'Tis I, Arbatus, that
Will put thee into a wonder.
Duke. Ha! what means
That dagger in thy hands?
Arb. Canst thou ask that
Question? it is to tickle thy false heart.