Orl. Or so much as a gammon of bacon,
He’ll give it his dogs first.
Mat. A jail, a jail.
Orl. A Jew, a Jew, sir.
Mat. A dog!
Orl. An English mastiff, sir.
Mat. Pox rot out his old stinking garbage!
Bell. Art not ashamed to strike an absent man thus?
Art not ashamed to let this vile dog bark,
And bite my father thus? I’ll not endure it.
Out of my doors, base slave!
Mat. Your doors? a vengeance! I shall live to cut that old rogue’s throat, for all you take his part thus.
Orl. He shall live to see thee hanged first. [Aside.
Enter Hippolito.