Maq. Advancement and regard.
Aurel. O villain! O impudent Mendoza!
Maq. Nay, he is the rustiest-jawed,[389] the foulest-mouthed knave in railing against our sex: he will rail against[390] women—
Aurel. How? how?
Maq. I am ashamed to speak’t, I.
Aurel. I love to hate him: speak.
Maq. Why, when Emilia scorned his base unsteadiness, the black-throated rascal scolded, and said— 30
Aurel. What?
Maq. Troth, ’tis too shameless.
Aurel. What said he?