Enter Lodovico.
Lod. Your son, the Lord Hippolito, is entered.
Duke. Tell him we wish his presence. A word, Sforza;
On what wings flew he hither?
Lod. These—I told him his lark whom he loved, was a Bridewell-bird; he’s mad that this cage should hold her, and is come to let her out.
Duke. ’Tis excellent: away, go call him hither. [Exit Lodovico.
Re-enter on one side 2nd Master and Bellafront with Matheo, and Constable; on the other, Lodovico with Hippolito. Orlando goes out, and returns with two of his Servants disguised as Pedlars.
Duke. You are to us a stranger, worthy lord,
’Tis strange to see you here.
Hip. It is most fit,
That where the sun goes, atomies[310] follow it.
Duke. Atomies neither shape, nor honour bear:
Be you yourself, a sunbeam to shine clear.—
Is this the gentleman? Stand forth and hear
Your accusation.