Mal. Phew! the devil: let him possess thee; he’ll teach thee to speak all languages most readily and strangely;[360] and great reason, marry, he’s travelled greatly i’ the world, and is everywhere.
Fer. Save i’ the court.
Mal. Ay, save i’ the court.—[To Bilioso.] And how does my old muckhill, overspread with fresh snow? thou
half a man, half a goat, all a beast! how does thy young wife, old huddle?[361]
Bil. Out, you improvident rascal! 80
Mal. Do, kick, thou hugely-horned old duke’s ox, good Master Make-pleas.
Pietro. How dost thou live nowadays, Malevole?
Mal. Why, like the knight Sir Patrick Penlohans,[362] with killing o’ spiders for my lady’s monkey.[363]
Pietro. How dost spend the night? I hear thou never sleepest.
Mal. O, no; but dream the most fantastical! O heaven! O fubbery, fubbery!