Zuc. ’Las! that’s but the least drop of the storm of my revenge! I will unlegitimate[185] the issue! What I will do shall be horrible but to think.
Herc. But, sir——
Zuc. But, sir, I will do what a man of my form may do; and laugh on, laugh on, do Sir Amorous—you have a lady, too. 311
Herod. But, my sweet lord——
Zuc. Do not anger me, lest I most dreadfully curse thee, and wish thee married! O, Zuccone, spit white, spit thy gall out. The only boon I crave of Heaven is——But to have my honours inherited by a bastard! I will be most tyrannous—bloodily tyrannous in my revenge, and most terrible in my curses! Live to grow blind with lust, senseless with use, loathed after, flattered before, hated always, trusted never, abhorred ever! and last, may she live to wear a most foul smock seven weeks together, Heaven, I beseech thee! 322
[Exit.
Zoy. Is he gone?—is he blown off? Now; out upon him, insufferably jealous fool.
Don. Lady!
Zoy. Didst thou give him the famed report? Does he believe I am with child? Does he give faith?