Pier. He's yonder coming this way through the hall;
His thoughts seem full.
Jaff. Pr'ythee retire, and leave me
With him alone: I'll put him to some trial,
See how his rotten part will bear the touching.
Pier. Be careful then. [Exit.
Jaff. Nay, never doubt, but trust me.—
What, be a devil! take a damning oath
For shedding native blood! can there be a sin
In merciful repentance? O this villain!
Enter Renault.
Ren. Perverse! and peevish! what a slave is man,
To let his itching flesh thus get the better of him!
Despatch the tool her husband—that were well—
Who's there?
Jaff. A man.
Ren. My friend, my near ally!
The hostage of your faith, my beauteous charge
Is very well.
Jaff. Sir, are you sure of that?
Stands she in perfect health? beats her pulse even?
Neither too hot nor cold?
Ren. What means that question?