Faith, if the truth were known, I was begotAfter some gluttonous dinner; some stirring dishWas my first father. When deep healths went round,And ladies' cheeks were painted red with wine,Their tongues as short and nimble as their heels,Uttering words sweet and thick, and when they roseWere marrily disposed to fall again:Oh, damnation metThe sin of feasts, drunken adultery!I feel it swell me; my revenge is just:I was begot in impudent wine and lust(...)As for my brother, the duke's only son,Whose birth is more beholding to reportThan mine, and yet perhaps as falsely sown,I'll loose my days upon him, hate all I.
Lussurioso: "Welcome, be not far off, we must be better acquainted. Push, be bold with us, thy hand!"Vindice: "With all my heart, i'faith. How dost, sweet musk-cat? When shall we lie together?"Lussurioso: (aside) "Wondrous knave!Gather him into boldness? 'Sfoot, the slave'sAlready as familiar as an ague,And shakes me at his pleasure! -- Friend, I canForget myself in private, but elsewhere,I pray do you remember be."Vindice: "Oh, very well, sir.I conster myself saucy."Lussurioso: "What hast been? What profession?"Vindice: "A bone-setter."Lussurioso: "A bone-setter!"Vindice: "A bawd, my lord, one that sets bones together."Lussurioso: (aside) "Notable bluntness!