VEN. Marry, this it is--_A usuring father to be boiling in hell, and his son and heir with a whore dancing over him._
HIP. H' has par'd him to the quick. [_Aside._
LUS. The conceit's pretty, i' faith; But, take't upon my life, 'twill ne'er be lik'd.
VEN. No? why I'm sure the whore will be lik'd well enough.
HIP. If she were out o' the picture, he'd like her then himself.
VEN. And as for the son and heir, he shall be an eyesore to no young revellers, for he shall be drawn in cloth-of-gold breeches.
LUS. And thou hast put my meaning in the pockets, And canst not draw that out? My thought was this: To see the picture of a usuring father Boiling in hell--our rich men would never like it.
VEN. O, true, I cry you heartily mercy. I know the reason, for some of them had rather Be damned in deed than damned in colours.
LUS. A parlous melancholy! h' has wit enough To murder any man, and I'll give him means. [_Aside._ I think thou art ill-moneyed?
VEN. Money! ho, ho![86] 'T has been my want so long, 'tis now my scoff: I've e'en forgot what colour silver's of.
VEN. I get good clothes Of those that dread my humour; and for table-room I feed on those that cannot be rid of me.
VEN. Almost struck blind; This bright unusual shine to me seems proud; I dare not look till the sun be in a cloud.
LUS. I think I shall affect[87] his melancholy. How are they now?[88]
LUS. You shall be better yet, if you but fasten Truly on my intent. Now y' are both present, I will unbrace such a close private villain Unto your vengeful swords, the like ne'er heard of, Who hath disgrac'd you much, and injur'd us.
LUS. Ay, Hippolito. I kept it here till now, that both your angers Might meet him at once.
LUS. You know him: that slave-pander Piato, whom we threaten'd last With irons in perpetual 'prisonment.
LUS. I'll tell you, you first preferr'd him to me.
LUS. And the ungrateful villain, To quit that kindness, strongly wrought with me-- Being, as you see, a likely man for pleasure-- With jewels to corrupt your virgin sister.
VEN. He shall surely die that did it. [_Aside._
LUS. I, far from thinking any virgin harm, Especially knowing her to be as chaste As that part which scarce suffers to be touch'd-- The eye--would not endure him.