Worse than the poison of a red hair'd man.
Henr. Fly at him and his brood! I cast thee off,
And once more give thee surname of mine eagle.20
Buss. Ile make you sport enough, then. Let me have
My lucerns too, or dogs inur'd to hunt
Beasts of most rapine, but to put them up,
And if I trusse not, let me not be trusted.
Shew me a great man (by the peoples voice,[25]
Which is the voice of God) that by his greatnesse
Bumbasts his private roofes with publique riches;