[Exit Malevole.
Hermit,
Thou art a man for me, my confessor:
O thou selected spirit, born for my good!
Sure thou wouldst make
An excellent elder in a deform’d church.
Come, we must be inward,[501] thou and I all one.
Pietro. I am glad I was ordained for ye.
Men. Go to, then; thou must know that Malevole is a strange villain; dangerous, very dangerous: you see how broad ’a speaks; a gross-jawed rogue: I would have thee poison him: he’s like a corn upon my great toe, I cannot go for him; he must be cored out, he must. Wilt do’t, ha?
Pietro. Anything, anything. 204
Men. Heart of my life! thus, then. To the citadel:
Thou shalt consort with this Malevole;
There being at supper, poison him: it shall be laid
Upon Maria, who yields love or dies:
Scud quick.[502]
Pietro. Like lightning: good deeds crawl, but mischief flies. 210
[Exit.
Re-enter Malevole.