Zanch. Pray give me leave
Was not man made the noblest creature?
Alph. Well Sir.
Zanch. Should not his mind then answer to his making,
And to his mind his actions, if this ought to be,
Why do we run a blind way from our worths,
And cancel our discretions, doing those things
To cure offences, are the most offences?
We have rules of justice in us; to those rules
Let us apply our angers: you can consider
The want in others of these terminations
And how unfurnish'd they appear.
Alph. Hang others,
And where the wrongs are open, hang respects,
I come not to consider.
Leo. Noble Sir,
Let us argue cooly, and consider like men.
Alph. Like men!
Leo. Ye are too sudain still.
Alph. Like men Sir?
Zanch. It is fair language, and ally'd to honor.
Alph. Why, what strange beast would your grave reverence
Make me appear? like men!