Part 34 (1/2)

Fran. Now have the people liberty to talk, And descant on his vices.

Flam. Misery of princes, That must of force be censur'd by their slaves!

Not only blam'd for doing things are ill, But for not doing all that all men will: One were better be a thresher.

Ud's death! I would fain speak with this duke yet.

Fran. Now he 's dead?

Flam. I cannot conjure; but if prayers or oaths Will get to th' speech of him, though forty devils Wait on him in his livery of flames, I 'll speak to him, and shake him by the hand, Though I be blasted. [Exit.

Fran. Excellent Lodovico!

What! did you terrify him at the last gasp?

Lodo. Yes, and so idly, that the duke had like T' have terrified us.

Fran. How?

Enter the Moor

Lodo. You shall hear that hereafter.

See, yon 's the infernal, that would make up sport.

Now to the revelation of that secret She promis'd when she fell in love with you.

Fran. You 're pa.s.sionately met in this sad world.

Zan. I would have you look up, sir; these court tears Claim not your tribute to them: let those weep, That guiltily partake in the sad cause.

I knew last night, by a sad dream I had, Some mischief would ensue: yet, to say truth, My dream most concern'd you.

Lodo. Shall 's fall a-dreaming?

Fran. Yes, and for fas.h.i.+on sake I 'll dream with her.