Sec. Serv. Come, we are fellows and friends: he was
ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.
First Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to say
the troth on 't: before Corioli he scotched him and notched[3563] 185
him like a carbonado.[3564]
Sec. Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might[3565]
have broiled and eaten him too.[3566]
First Serv. But, more of thy news?[3567]
Third Serv. Why, he is so made on here within as if 190
he were son and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the
table; no question asked him by any of the senators, but
they stand bald before him. Our general himself makes a
mistress of him; sanctifies himself with 's hand, and turns[3568]
up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of 195
the news is, our general is cut i' the middle, and but one
half of what he was yesterday; for the other has half, by
the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he
says, and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he will[3569]
mow all down before him, and leave his passage poll'd.[3570] 200
Sec. Serv. And he's as like to do't as any man I can
imagine.
Third Serv. Do't! he will do't; for, look you, sir, he
has as many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it
were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as we term 205
it, his friends whilst he's in directitude.[3571][3572]
First Serv. Directitude! what's that?[3572]
Third Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up
again and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows,
like conies after rain, and revel all with him.[3573] 210
First Serv. But when goes this forward?