Vio. Take up wares, but pay nothing, rifle my bosom, my pocket, my purse, the boxes for money to dice with; but, brother, you must give all back again in secret.
Fus. By this welkin that here roars I will, or else let me never know what a secret is: why, sister, do you think I’ll cony-catch[132] you, when you are my cousin? God’s my life, then I were a stark ass. If I fret not his guts, beg me for a fool.[133]
Vio. Be circumspect, and do so then. Farewell.
Fus. The Tortoise, sister! I’ll stay there; forty ducats.
Vio. Thither I’ll send.—[Exit Fustigo.]—This law can none deny,
Women must have their longings, or they die. [Exit.
SCENE III.—A Chamber in the Duke’s Palace.
Enter the Duke, Doctor Benedict, and two Servants.
Duke. Give charge that none do enter, lock the doors— [Speaking as he enters.
And fellows, what your eyes and ears receive,
Upon your lives trust not the gadding air
To carry the least part of it. The glass, the hour-glass!