1 Portingal.
Ha, ha, ha!
Hieronimo.
Ha, ha, ha! Why, ha, ha, ha! Farewell, good Ha, ha, ha! [Exit.
2 Portingal.
Doubtless this man is passing lunatic,
Or imperfection of his age doth make him doat.
Come, let's away to seek my lord the duke.
[Exeunt.
Enter Hieronimo, with a poniard in one hand and a rope in the other.
Hieronimo.