Lus. I am mad.
Ven. That passage he trod warily.
Lus. He did.
Ven. And hush'd his villains every step he took.
Lus. His villains? I'll confound them.
Ven. Take 'em finely—finely, now.
Lus. The duchess' chamber-door shall not control me. [Exeunt.
Hip. Good, happy, swift: there's gunpowder i' th' court,
Wildfire at midnight. In this heedless fury
He may show violence to cross himself.
I'll follow the event.
Re-enter Lusurioso and Vendice.
Lus. Where is that villain?