Which I disdaining scorn’d and craved death
[♦]Rather than I would be so vile-esteem’d.
In fine, redeem’d I was as I desired.
[35]But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell’st thou not how thou wert entertain’d.
Tal. With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
40In open market-place produced they me,
To be a public spectacle to all: