Sir Arg. Ha! Eugeny!
Why have they brought him hither?
Eug. I am come.
Methinks these looks of mine, inhumane wretch!
Though I were silent, should have power to pierce
That treacherous breast, and wound thy conscience,
Though it be hard and senseless as the idol
Which thou ador'st, thy gold.
Sir Arg. Is this to me, kinsman, you speak?
Eug. Kinsman! Do not wrong
That honest name with thy unhallowed lips.
To find a name for thee and thy foul guilt,
Has so far pos'd me, as I cannot make
Choice of a language fit to tell thee of it.
Treacherous, bloody man! that has betray'd
And sold my life to thy base avarice!
Sir Arg. Who? I betray you?
Eug. Yes; can you deny it?
Lady C. I'll witness it against him, if he do.
'Twas his intent, I know.
Euph. And so do I:
I overheard his counsels.
Earth. Out upon him,
Unworthy man!
Euph. I could e'en laugh to hear
Old Earthworm chide.