That souls of animals infuse themselves
Into the trunks of men: thy currish spirit
[134] Govern’d a wolf, who, hang’d for human slaughter,
135 Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,
[136] And, whilst thou lay’st in thy unhallow’d dam,
Infused itself in thee; for thy desires
[138] Are wolvish, bloody, starved and ravenous.
Shy. Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond,
140 Thou but offend’st thy lungs to speak so loud:
Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall