Gar. Right. Remember he got his elder brother’s wife with child, and so deprived himself of th’ inheritance.
Herc. That will stow[232] him under hatches, I warrant you.
Gar. And so deprived himself of inheritance! Dear Fawn, be my champion! 95
Herc. The very scourge of your most basely offending brother.
Gar. Ignoble villain! that I might but see thee wretched without pity and recovery! Well!
Enter Herod and Nymphadoro.
Herc. Stand, Herod; you are full met, sir. 100
Herod. But not met full, sir. I am as gaunt as a hunting gelding after three train’d scents! ’Fore Venus, Fawn, I have been shaling[233] of peascods. Upon[234] four great madonnas have I this afternoon grafted the forked tree!
Herc. Is’t possible?
Herod. Possible! Fie on this satiety!—’tis a dull, blunt, weary, and drowsy passion. Who would be a proper fellow to be thus greedily devoured and