Mal. You know the voice, and now crowch like a Cur,
Tane worrying sheep: I now could have you guelded
For a Bawd rampant: but on this submission
For once I spare you.
Alg. I will be reveng'd—
My honorable Lord.
Enter Vitel.
Vit. There's for thy care.
Alg. I am mad, stark mad: proud Pagan scorn her host?
I would I were but valiant enough to kick her,
Enter Piorato, and Clara above.
I'l[d] wish no manhood else.
Mal. What's that?
Alg. I am gone. [Exit.
Pio. You see I have kept my word.