Duke. O! 't has poisoned me.
Ven. Didst not know that till now?
Duke. What are you two?
Ven. Villains all three! the very ragged bone
Has been sufficiently reveng'd.
Duke. O, Hippolito, call treason!
Hip. Yes, my lord; treason! treason! treason!
[Stamping on him.
Duke. Then I'm betray'd.
Ven. Alas! poor lecher: in the hands of kraves,
A slavish duke is baser than his slaves.
Duke. My teeth are eaten out.