Slaves! ay, favour: ay, marry, shall he rise:[427]
Good God! how subtle hell doth flatter vice!
Mounts[428] him aloft, and makes him seem to fly,
As fowl the tortoise mock’d, who to the sky
The ambitious shell-fish rais’d! the end of all
Is only, that from height he might dead fall.
Bil.[429] Why, when?[430] out, ye rogue! begone, ye rascal!
Mal. I shall now leave ye with all my best wishes.
Bil. Out, ye cur!
Mal. Only let’s hold together a firm correspondence.
Bil. Out! 61
Mal. A mutual-friendly-reciprocal-perpetual kind of steady-unanimous-heartily-leagued—
Bil. Hence, ye gross-jawed, peasantly—out, go!
Mal. Adieu, pigeon-house; thou burr, that only stickest to nappy fortunes. The serpigo, the strangury, an eternal uneffectual priapism seize thee!
Bil. Out, rogue!