Herc. Herod, Herod, what’s the matter, prithee? the news?
Herod. You must tell nobody?
Herc. As I am generous——
Herod. Don Zuccone’s lady’s with child apparently.
Zuc. Fawn, what’s the whisper?—what’s the fool’s secret news? 262
Herc. Truth, my lord, a thing that—that—well, i’faith, it is not fit you know it: now[181]—now—now—
Zuc. Not fit I know it? As thou art baptized, tell me—tell me.
Herc. Will you plight your patience to it?
Zuc. Speak, I am a very block. I will not be moved—I am a very block.
Herc. But if you should grow disquiet (as, I protest,