His daughter!
MOSCA.
And a virgin, sir....
CORVINO.
Wretch!
Covetous wretch!
(Acte II, sc. iii.)
[146]: Nous supplions le lecteur de nous pardonner les grossièretés de Jonson. Si je les omets, je ne puis plus peindre le seizième siècle. Accordez la même indulgence à l'historien qu'à l'anatomiste.
Be damn'd!
Heart, I will drag thee hence, home, by the hair,
Cry thee a strumpet through the streets; rip up
Thy mouth into thine ears; and slit thy nose,
Like a raw rocket!—Do not tempt me, come,
Yield, I am loth.—Death! I will buy some slave
Whom I will kill, and bind thee to him, alive,
And at my window hang you forth, devising
Some monstrous crime, which I, in capital letters,
Will eat into thy flesh with aqua-fortis,
And burning corsives on this stubborn breast.
Now, by the blood thou hast incensed, I'll do it!
CELIA.