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Scurrile knave!

But I'll be even with thee!

That were pity.

A hump would be a sore disfigurement

Upon a back that you're so fond of showing!

This rogue needs gagging.

What, for speaking truth?

I cry you mercy! I forgot how ugly

It must sound to a Florentine Ambassador—

Well thrust, Bertuccio!

My lord! my lord!

The slave is paid to find us wit—

Hold there!

No man is bound to impossibilities,—

'T is a known maxim of the Roman law;

How then can I find wit for Ordelaffi?

But look! there 's Serafino, big with a sonnet:

I must help him to reason for his rhymes.

Stay!