Enter Lusurioso.
Lus. Hippolito!
Hip. Your lordship———
Lus. What's he yonder?
Hip. 'Tis Vendice, my discontented brother,
Whom, 'cording to your will, I've brought to court.
Lus. Is that thy brother? Beshrew me, a good presence;
I wonder h' has been from the court so long.
Come nearer.
Hip. Brother! Lord Lusurioso, the duke's son.
Lus. Be more to us; welcome; nearer yet.
Ven. How don you? gi'[81] you good den.
[Snatches off his hat, and makes legs to him.