Take him to torture.
Nat.Oh, my lord, have pity!
Ask me not this.
Tig.I’ll ask thee nothing else
While thou art parting with thy skin. Once more:
Was Seneca in this conspiracy?
Nat. He was.
Tig.Just as I thought; hold fast to that;
Else, by great Jupiter, the things thou hast seen
Are nothing.—Take him off and send in the other.