The devil,—little Jeronimo Marshal.
Hor. Jeronimo Marshal.
Jer. So, now read it o’er.
Hor. Signior Andrea, ’tis a villainous age this,
That a nobleman should be a knave as well
As an ostler, or a serjeant, or a broker; yet
I speak not this of Lorenzo: he’s an
Honest lord, and has hired one to murder you,
When you return from Portugal: yet
He’s an honest duke’s son, but not the