23002072Gon. I haue bene worth the whistle.

23012074Alb. O Gonorill, you are not worth the dust which the winde

23032075Blowes in your face, I feare your disposition,

2303.12076That nature which contemnes it origin,

2303.22077Cannot be bordered certaine in it selfe,

2303.32078She that her selfe will sliuer and disbranch

2303.42079From her materiall sap, perforce must wither,

2303.52080And come to deadly vse.

2303.62081Gon. No more, the text is foolish.

2303.72082Alb. Wisedome and goodnesse to the vilde seeme vilde,

2303.82083Filths sauour but themselues, what haue you done?

2303.92084Tygers, not daughters, what haue you perform'd?

2303.102085A father, and a gracious aged man,

2303.112086Whose reuerence the head-lugd Beare would licke;

2303.122087Most barbarous, most degenerate haue you madded;

2303.132088Could my good brother suffer you to do it?

2303.142089A man, a Prince, by him so beneflicted,

2303.152090If that the heauens do not their visible spirits

2303.162091Send quickly downe to tame the vilde offences, it will come

2303.172092Humanly must perforce prey on it selfe, like monsters of the

2303.182093 deepe.

23042094Gon. Milke liuer'd man,

23052095That bearest a cheeke for blowes, a head for wrongs,

23062096Who hast not in thy browes an eie deseruing thine honour,

23072097From thy suffering, that not know'st fooles, do these villains pity

2307.12098Who are punisht ere they haue done their mischiefe,

2307.22099Where's thy drum? France spreds his banners in our noiselesse

2307.32100Land, with plumed helme thy slaier begins threats,

2307.42101Whiles thou a morall foole, sits still and cries

2307.52102Alacke, why does he so?

23082103Alb. See thy selfe diuell, proper deformiry seemes not in the

23092104fiend, so horrid as in woman.

23112105Gon. O vaine foole.

2311.12106Alb. Thou chang'd and selfe-couerd thing, for shame

2311.22107Be-monster not thy feature, wer't my fitnesse