Enter Antonio, as pursued; he sees them, and stands amazed.
Ant. O sister! ha!
What killing sight is this? cannot be she.
Sister.
Evad. O my dear friend, my brother! w' are undone.
Ant. Degenerate girl, lighter than wind or air!
Canst thou forget thy birth? or, 'cause thou'rt fair,
Art privileg'd, dost think, with such a zeal
To grasp an under-shrub? dare you exchange
Breath with your tailors without fear of vengeance
From the disturbed ghosts of our dead parents,
For their blood's injury? or are your favours
Grown prostitute to all? my unkind fate
Grieves me not half so much as thee forgetful.
Gio. Sir, if on me this language, I must tell you,
You are too rash to censure. My unworthiness,
That makes me[21] seem so ugly in your eyes,
Perhaps hangs in these clothes, and's shifted off with them.
I am as noble, but that I hate to make
Comparisons, as any you can think worthy
To be call'd her husband.
Ant. Shred of a slave, thou liest!
Gio. Sir, I am hasty too; yet, in the presence of
My mistress [I] can use a temper.
Ant. [O] brave! your mistress!
Enter Machiavel with Officers.
Mach. Lay hold on him!
Ere we presume to meet the enemy,
We'll purge the city; lest the wrath of Heaven
Fall heavy on us. Antonio, I arrest thee
Of capital treason 'gainst the king and realm.
To prison with him!