—Got drunk at the nipple of sense.
Second Friend. Thou hast ducked—
Art drowned there, say rather! Faugh—fleshly disport!
How else but by help of Sir Belial didst win
That Venus-like lady, no drudge of thy sort
Could lure to become his accomplice in sin?
Folk nicknamed her Helen of Troy!
First Friend. Best begin
At the very beginning. Thy father,—all knew,
A mere goldsmith ...