Enter Malevole, after the Song.
Pietro Jacomo. See he comes! Now shall you hear the extremity of a Malcontent; he is as free as air; he blows over every man. And—Sir, whence come you now?
Malevole. From the public place of much dissimulation, the church.
Pietro Jacomo. What didst there?
Malevole. Talk with a usurer; take up at interest.
Pietro Jacomo. I wonder what religion thou art of?
Malevole. Of a soldier’s religion.
Pietro Jacomo. And what dost think makes most infidels now?
Malevole. Sects, sects. I am weary: would I were one of the Duke’s hounds.
Pietro Jacomo. But what’s the common news abroad? Thou dogg’st rumour still.