it would make a saint blaspheme), I should be unwilling to procure your impatience. 272
Zuc. Yes,[182] do! Burst me! burst me! burst me with longing!
Herc. Nay, faith, ’tis no great matter! Hark ye, you’ll tell nobody?
Zuc. Not.
Herc. As you are noble?
Zuc. As I am honest.
Herc. Your lady-wife is[183] apparently with child. 280
Zuc. With child?
Herc. With child.
Zuc. Fool!