All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
My goods, my lands, my reputation;
Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence.
Come, answer not, but [to it] presently!
90 I am impatient of my tarriance. Exeunt.
[ACT III.]
[ III. 1 Scene I.] Milan. [Ante-room] in the Duke’s palace.
Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.
Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile;
We have some secrets to confer about. [Exit Thu.]