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This disgrace makes thy cousin boil his heart
687Cosimo
He hath write a most pestilent libel,
I know him. He sings like Phalarisʼs bull!
I supposed that first he would have sent him
693Dorido
But thatʼs contingent now, Foreste
I have heard oʼthʼ new edict, which institutes
2.2.11Of the faction.
Why about two days since, one of the sect
2.2.18.1Enter Castruchio.
There comes my cousin, chawing his lean heart.
Good morrow to the court satirist!
The world is altered, Dorido. Foreste
We shall have your thrush in a cage shortly.
Hang him! Dull, open slave! His thoughts may be
Prithee, sweet Castruchio, leave thy barking.
Why, signor, what faction are you of?
Not of your faction, sir, if none return
Youʼd fain make me angry.
733Dorido
Ay, with thyself.
And then thou spendʼst thy gall with more justice
Cry you mercy, precious cox. Hath Foreste
[To Borachio] Dull caitiff, leave these abortive provects
[To Cosimo] Step aside. They are as mad as thy cousin!
2.2.63.1[Dorido and Cosimo step aside to observe Lothario and Boarachio.]
[To Borachio] The excrements and mere defects of nature
[Mockingly] For the peripatetics, being butchers
[Continuing his obscure imagery] A palace hewn in an entire carbuncle.
[Also continuing his mockery] Derived their augury from the warm entrails
[Noticing the eavesdroppers] Sir, these are some of those that laughed at ye
763Lothario
At me? Thou liest! They laughed at thee.
Why then, the devil will neʼer give a man
[Presenting themselves] Signor Lothario, the great minion
And I, with all humility.
And I, with all celerity.
[To Borachio] Hark, thou dull sinner! Is this real? Hah!
Sir, let him that hath a heart of his own t
Do they adore or flout me now?
All is witchcraft. I know, when the moon winks
Miscreant! What suspicious follies
Alas, sir: Iʼve more faults than misbelief.
How? Will Borachio leave the court?
What accident, of dire portent, is fallen?
Gentlemen, applaud my patience: because
Why, we will furnish him with suits.
But wonʼt ye flout? And play the knave with one?
[As if offended] How? Knave? Was that the word?
Interpret the word as yourself shall please;
Use no choler, amorous child. But if
Or methinks thou wouldʼst become a knighthood:
No, no. Hot words make but warm air. A fig
Then get a patent to survey brine-pits,
Or else search Saint Peterʼs patrimony:
Hold, hold!
817Castruchio
Why, this is fit, and requisite.
If signor Lothario do consent?
It is decreed.
Who would hasten time, when we may be old
Who could perish in a better cause?
Why, can I help it if a man be born
830Dorido
All this is Alcoran.
One thing grieves me: Iʼve a bad memory
How can preferment hurt thy memory?
O sir! Preferment makes a man forget
Look, thy masterʼs building more castles in the air.
He has intelligence from Spain, and fortifies,
All offices shall be sold iʼthʼ dark —
How? Grow not old in anotherʼs garment:
Still cross to my designs? Iʼll stretch your sinews.
2.2.153.1[Lothario lunges at Borachio.]
Hold, signor Lothario, hold! Mercy
Let the devil take the knighthood and make
2.2.158.1Exit Borachio, Lothario running after him.
Letʼs relieve Borachio, or all our comic scenes
2.2.160.1Exeunt Omnes.