Mendoza is the heir and protege of the Duke of Genoa, Pietro Jacomo,
Pietro: A mischief fill thy throat, thou foul-jaw’d slave! Say thy prayers.
Men: I ha’ forgot ’em.
Pietro: Thou shalt die.
Men: So shalt thou. I am heart-mad.
Pietro: I am horn-mad.
Men: Extreme mad.
Pietro: Monstrously mad.
Pietro: Why! thou, thou hast dishonoured my bed.
Men: I! Come, come, sit; here’s my bare heart to thee,
As steady as is the centre to this glorious world:
And yet, hark, thou art a cornuto,—but by me?
Pietro: Yes, slave, by thee.
Men: Do not, do not with tart and spleenful breath
Lose him can lose thee. I offend my duke!
Bear record, O ye dumb and raw-air’d nights,
How vigilant my sleepless eyes have been
To watch the traitor! record, thou spirit of truth,
With what debasement I ha’ thrown myself
To under offices, only to learn
The truth, the party,
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