Ven. Hadst any left?
Hip. I think but few.
Ven. Then those that did eat are eaten.
Ven. Your tongue? 'twill teach yon to kiss closer,
Not like a slobbering Dutchman. You have eyes still:
Look, monster, what a lady hast thou made me!
[Discovers himself.
My once betrothed wife.
Duke. Is it thou, villain? nay, then—
Ven. Tis I, 'tis Vendice, 'tis I.
Hip. And let this comfort thee: our lord and father
Fell sick upon the infection of thy frowns,
And died in sadness: be that thy hope of life.