Ven. Full mad: he shall not live
To see the moon change.
Lus. He's about the palace;
Hippolito, entice him this way, that thy brother
May take full mark of him.
Hip. Heart! that shall not need, my lord:
I can direct him so far.
Lus. Yet for my hate's sake,
Go, wind him this way. I'll see him bleed myself.
Hip. What now, brother? [Aside.
Ven. Nay, e'en what you will—y' are put to't, brother. [Aside.
Hip. An impossible task, I'll swear,
To bring him hither, that's already here. [Aside.
[Exit Hippolito.
Lus. Thy name? I have forgot it.
Ven. Vendice, my lord.