O. Tai. Let not your judgment, royal sir, be question'd.
To term that love was but a subject's duty.
[Exit.
King. You sent the poison, did you?
Ant. Yes, and it like your grace; the apothecary
Call'd it a strong provocative to madness.
King. Did not he question what you us'd it for?
Ant. O, my disguise sav'd him that labour, sir;
My habit, that was more physician than myself,
Told him 'twas to despatch some property,[41]
That had been tortur'd with five thousand drugs
To try experiment: another man
Shan't buy the quantity of so much ratsbane
Shall kill a flea, but shall be had, forsooth,
Before a justice, be question'd; nay, perhaps
Confin'd to peep through an iron grate:
When your physician may poison who [pleaseth him],
Not, cum privilegio: it is his trade.
Enter Giovanno.
Evad. O my Sebastiano!
Gio. Peace, my Evadne, the king must not yet know me.
Evad. My brother has already made you known.