Ven. We're gone, all done and past.
Piero. But how for the duke's guard?
Ven. Let that alone,
By one and one their strengths shall be drunk down.
Hip. There are five hundred gentlemen in the action,
That will apply themselves, and not stand idle.
Piero. O, let us hug your bosoms!
Ven. Come, my lords,
Prepare for deeds: let other times have words.[115] [Exeunt.
In a dumb show, the procession[116] of the young duke, with all his nobles; then sounding music. A furnished table is brought forth; then enter the duke and his nobles to the banquet. A blazing star appeareth.
1st Noble. Many harmonious hours and choicest pleasures
Fill up the royal number of your years!
Lus. My lords, we're pleas'd to thank you, though we know
'Tis but your duty now to wish it so.
1st Noble. That shine makes us all happy.