9397Brab. Why, wherefore aske you this?
9498Iag. Zounds
sir you are robd, for
shame put on your gowne,
9599Your heart is bur
st, you haue lo
st halfe your
soule;
96100Euen now, very now, an old blacke Ram
97101Is tupping your white Ewe; ari
se, ari
se,
98102Awake the
snorting Citizens with the Bell,
99103Or el
se the Diuell will make a Grand
sire of you, ari
se I
say.
101104Brab. What, haue you lo
st your wits?
102105Rod. Mo
st reuerend Seignior, doe you know my voyce?
103106Bra. Not I, what are you?
104107Rod. My name is
Roderigo.
106109I haue charg'd thee, not to haunt about my dores,
107110In hone
st plainene
sse, thou ha
st heard me
say
108111My daughter is not for thee, and now in madnes,
109112Being full of
supper, and di
stempering draughts,
110113Vpon malicious brauery, do
st thou come
113116Bra. But thou mu
st needes be
sure
114117My
spirit and my place haue them in power,
115118To make this bitter to thee.
117120Bra. What, tell'
st thou me of robbing? this is
Venice,
118121My hou
se is not a graunge.
119122Rod. Mo
st graue
Brabantio,
120123In
simple and pure
soule I come to you.
121124Iag. Zouns Sir, you are one of tho
se, that will not
serue God, if
122125the Deuill bid you. Becau
se we come to doe you
seruice, you thinke
123126we are Ru
ffians, youle haue your daughter couered with a Barbary
124127hor
se; youle haue your Nephewes ney to you; youle haue Cour
sers
125128for Cou
sens, and Iennits for
Iermans.
127129Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?
128130Iag. I am one
sir, that come to tell you, your daughter, and the
129131Moore, are now making the Bea
st with two backs.
130132Bra. Thou art a villaine
. Bra.