Fran. Call Camillo hither.--
You have receiv'd the rumour, how Count Lodowick
Is turn'd a pirate?


Brach. Yes.


Fran. We are now preparing to fetch him in. Behold your duchess.
We now will leave you, and expect from you
Nothing but kind entreaty.


Brach. You have charm'd me.
[Exeunt Francisco, Monticelso, and Giovanni.
Enter Isabella
You are in health, we see.


Isab. And above health,
To see my lord well.


Brach. So: I wonder much
What amorous whirlwind hurried you to Rome.


Isab. Devotion, my lord.