Zoy. I wait upon her pleasure. 440
[All but Hercules, Zuccone, Herod, and Nymphadoro, depart.
Zuc. Gentleman, why hazard you your reputation in shameful company with such a branded creature?
Herod. Miserable man! whose fortune were beyond tears to be pitied, but that thou art the ridiculous author of thine own laugh’d-at mischief.
Zuc. Without paraphrase, your meaning?
Nym. Why, thou woman’s fool?
Zuc. Good gentlemen, let one die but once.
Herod. Was not thou most curstfully mad to sever thyself from such an unequall’d rarity? 450
Zuc. Is she not a strumpet? Is she not with child?
Nym. Yes, with feathers.