Arb.
Too well; you are a pair of Vipers; and behold the Serpent you have got; there is no beast but if he knew it, has a pedigree as brave as mine, for they have more descents, and I am every way as beastly got, as far without the compass of Law as they.
Ara.
You spend your rage and words in vain, and rail upon a guess; hear us a little.
Arb.
No, I will never hear, but talk away my breath, and die.
Gob.
Why, but you are no Bastard.
Arb.
How's that?