For they were heathen all, in penance now
Upon the sulphur winds that sweep Inferno,
While I—
Porzia (whose look stops him).
While, you, you, inordinate,
Speak baseness so unto your brother's wife?
Osio.
His, no! no more! no more! for heresy
Has rent from him all rights, therefore I dare
To hunger for you, and to pledge the Pope