1st Noble. 'Twas wondrous privately.
2d Noble. There's none i' th' court had any knowledge on't.
Lus. His grace is old and sudden: 'tis no treason
To say the duke, my father, has a humour,
Or such a toy about him; what in us
Would appear light, in him seems virtuous.
3d Noble. 'Tis oracle, my lord. [Exeunt.
Enter Vendice and Hippolito. Vendice out of his disguise.
Hip. So, so, all's as it should be, y' are yourself.
Ven. How that great villain puts me to my shifts!
Hip. He that did lately in disguise reject thee,
Shall, now thou art thyself, as much respect thee.
Ven. 'Twill be the quainter fallacy. But, brother,
'Sfoot, what use will he put me to now, think'st thou?