There’s nought to gain.
Petr.Why, ’tis his mother, Burrus,
His mother. I’ll be sworn he had not dared
Thus to commit himself had I been by.
He that should be a model to the world,
The mirror of good manners, to offend
Thus against taste!
Bur.If ’twere no worse ...
Petr.Why, see,
There are a hundred subtle ways by which,