SALICIO.
Let us depart; fresh furies now begin
To storm his soul.
ALBANIO.
Oh heav'n! why not leap in,
And reach the centre of the fountain cold?
SALICIO.
What foolish fancy's this, Albanio? hold!
ALBANIO.
Oh the clear thief! but how? what? is it well
To' invest thyself with my secreted shell
Of flesh, before my face? oh insolence!
As if I were a block devoid of sense
And common feeling; but this hand shall slay,
And pluck thy daring spirit out.
SALICIO.