Hip. Work yet his life, since in it lives her fame.
Orl. No, let him hang, and half her infamy departs out of the world: I hate him for her; he taught her first to taste poison; I hate her for herself, because she refused my physic.
Hip. Nay, but Friscobaldo!—
Orl. I detest her, I defy[238] both, she’s not mine, she’s—
Hip. Hear her but speak.
Orl. I love no mermaids, I’ll not be caught with a quail-pipe.[239]
Hip. You’re now beyond all reason.
Orl. I am then a beast. Sir, I had rather be a beast, and not dishonour my creation, than be a doting father, and like Time, be the destruction of mine own brood.
Hip. Is’t dotage to relieve your child, being poor?
Orl. Is’t fit for an old man to keep a whore?