SCENE VII.

PANDOLFO.

_And that you freeze not for a bed-fellow, I marry you with patience!_ Traitorous villain! Is't not enough to wrong me and betray me, But 't must be done with scoffs? accursed Trincalo! And me most miserable that, when I thought T' embrace young Flavia, see her before my face Bestow'd upon my son! my son--my rival! This is Eugenio's plot and his friend Lelio's; Who, with my servant Cricca, have conspir'd, And suborn'd Trincalo to betray his master. Why do I rage 'gainst any but myself, That have committed such a serious business To th' hands of a base clown and ignorant? I see mine error, but no means to help it. Only the sweetness of revenge is left me, Which I must execute: th' hours of's gentry Are now clean spent. I'll home, and there attend him. [_Exit._