_Bil._[429] Why, when?[430] out, ye rogue! begone, ye rascal!
_Mal._ I shall now leave ye with all my best wishes.
_Mal._ Only let's hold together a firm correspondence.
_Mal._ A mutual-friendly-reciprocal-perpetual kind of steady-unanimous-heartily-leagued--
_Bil._ Hence, ye gross-jawed, peasantly--out, go!
_Mal._ Adieu, pigeon-house; thou burr, that only stickest to nappy fortunes. The serpigo, the strangury, an eternal uneffectual priapism seize thee!
_Mal._ May'st thou be a notorious wittolly pander to thine own wife, and yet get no office, but live to be the utmost misery of mankind, a beggarly cuckold! 71
_Men._ It must be so, for where great states revenge, 'Tis requisite the parts be closely dogg'd,[431] (Which piety and soft respect forbears). Lay one into his breast shall sleep with him, Feed in the same dish, run in self-faction, Who may discover[432] any shape of danger; For once disgrac'd, displayèd[433] in offence, It makes man blushless, and man is (all confess) 80 More prone to vengeance than to gratefulness. Favours are writ in dust; but stripes we feel Depravèd nature stamps in lasting steel.
_Pietro._ You shall be leagu'd with the duchess.
_Pietro._[434] You shall both kill, and seem the corse to save.
_Celso._ [_aside_] Of a most cunning knave.
_Pietro._ My lords, the heavy action we intend Is death and shame, two of the ugliest shapes That can confound a soul; think, think of it: 90 I strike, but yet, like him that 'gainst stone walls Directs, his shafts rebound in his own face; My lady's shame is mine, O God, 'tis mine! Therefore I do conjure all secrecy: Let it be as very little as may be, Pray ye, as may be. Make frightless entrance, salute her with soft eyes, Stain naught with blood; only Ferneze dies, But not before her brows. O gentlemen, God knows I love her! Nothing else, but this:-- 100 I am not well: if grief, that sucks veins dry, Rivels[435] the skin, casts ashes in men's faces, Be-dulls the eye, unstrengthens all the blood, Chance to remove me to another world, As sure I once must die, let him succeed: I have no child; all that my youth begot Hath been your loves, which shall inherit me: Which as it ever shall, I do conjure it, Mendoza may succeed: he's nobly[436] born; With me of much desert.