The duke does greet you, general, And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant.

Something from Cyprus as I may divine: It is a business of some heat: the galleys Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night at one another’s heels, And many of the consuls, raised and met, Are at the duke’s already: you have been hotly call’d for; When, being not at your lodging to be found, The senate hath sent about three several guests To search you out.

’Tis well I am found by you. I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you. Exit.

’Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack: If it prove lawful prize, he’s made for ever.