Enter Lusurioso, with Hippolito.
Lus. I much applaud
Thy judgment; thou art well-read in thy fellows,[51]
And 'tis the deepest art to study man.
I know this, which I never learnt in schools,
The world's divided into knaves and fools.
Hip. Knave in your face—my lord behind your back. [Aside.
Lus. And I much thank thee, that thou hast preferr'd
A fellow of discourse, well-mingled,
And whose brain time hath season'd.
Hip. True, my lord,
We shall find season once, I hope. O villain!
To make such an unnatural slave of me—but——
[Aside.
Lus. Mass, here he comes.
Hip. And now shall I have free leave to depart.
[Aside.