Clo. Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear, an't
like you, sir?
Ant. He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then
'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasp's nest;
[then stand] till he be three quarters and a dram dead; then
recovered again with aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion;
then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day prognostication
proclaims, shall he be set against a brick-wall, the sun
looking with a southward eye upon him, where he is to
behold him with flies blown to death. But what talk we of