Ven. All this is I. [Aside.
Hip. Is't he, my lord?
Lus. I'll tell you, you first preferr'd him to me.
Ven. Did you, brother? [Aside.
Hip. I did indeed.
Lus. And the ungrateful villain,
To quit that kindness, strongly wrought with me—
Being, as you see, a likely man for pleasure—
With jewels to corrupt your virgin sister.
Hip. O villain!
Ven. He shall surely die that did it. [Aside.
Lus. I, far from thinking any virgin harm,
Especially knowing her to be as chaste
As that part which scarce suffers to be touch'd—
The eye—would not endure him.
Ven. Would you not, my lord?
'Twas wondrous honourably done.