The least prick of my finger, or if the wine
I drink be overheated, ’tis enough
To put me in a frenzy: I should die
At first stretch of the rack.
Tig.Pooh! man: they’d keep thee
Alive for a week.—
Sce.O spare me, good Tigellinus!
Spare me, I pray, kind Tigellinus, spare me!
Tig. Shall I? and if I do, what is it worth?
Hast thou two thousand sesters?