Invest me in my motley; give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
060 Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good?
[064] Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin:
065 For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
[066] As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
And all the embossed sores and headed evils,