Aur. Is this the dogged Humorist that cals
Himselfe the woman-hater?
Mis. On my knees.
Aur. Dost thou reply, vile Monster? Binde him, come.
Old W. Let me come to him, Ile so mumble him.
Aur. Remember faire Leonida my child,
Whose innocence was made a Sacrifice
To thy base Forgeries and Sophistrie.
Omnes. Out, you abominable Rascall.
Aur. This for your hearing, Sir: now all is full.