Cas. Matheo.
Flu. Matheo knows all.
Pior. He’s Hippolito’s bosom.
Duke. How far stands Bethlem hence?
Cas., Flu., &c. Six or seven miles.
Duke. Is’t so? not married till the afternoon:
Stay, stay, let’s work out some prevention. How!
This is most strange; can none but mad men serve
To dress their wedding dinner? All of you
Get presently to horse, disguise yourselves
Like country-gentlemen,
Or riding citizens, or so: and take
Each man a several path, but let us meet
At Bethlem Monastery, some space of time
Being spent between the arrival each of other,
As if we came to see the lunatics.
To horse, away! be secret on your lives.
Love must be punished that unjustly thrives. [Exeunt all but Fluello.
Flu. Be secret on your lives! Castruchio,
You’re but a scurvy spaniel; honest lord,
Good lady: zounds, their love is just, ’tis good,
And I’ll prevent you, though I swim in blood. [Exit.
SCENE II. An Apartment in Bethlem Monastery.
Enter Friar Anselmo, Hippolito, Matheo, and Infelice.