Maq. Now, o’ my conscience, now I think in my discretion, we did not take her in the right sign; the blood was not in the true vein, sure.
[Exit.
Enter Bilioso.
Bil. Make way[539] there! the duke returns from the enthronement.—Malevole,—
Mal. Out, rogue!
Bil. Malevole,—
Mal. Hence, ye gross-jawed, peasantly—out, go![540] 168
Bil. Nay, sweet Malevole, since my return I hear you are become the thing I always prophesied would be,—an advanced virtue, a worthily-employed faithfulness, a man o’ grace, dear friend. Come; what! Si quoties peccant homines[541]—if as often as courtiers play the knaves, honest men should be angry—why, look ye, we must collogue[542] sometimes, forswear sometimes.
Mal. Be damned sometimes.
Bil. Right: nemo omnibus horis sapit; no man can be honest at all hours: necessity often depraves virtue.