Ven.[59] The duke's son up so late? Brother, fall back,
And you shall learn some mischief. My good lord!
Enter Lusurioso.
Lus. Piato! why, the man I wished for! Come,
I do embrace this season for the fittest
To taste of that young lady.
Ven. Heart and hell.
Hip. Damn'd villain! [Aside.
Ven. I have no way now to cross it, but to kill him. [Aside.
Lus. Come, only thou and I.
Ven. My lord! my lord!
Lus. Why dost thou start us?
Ven. I'd almost forgot—the bastard!