MOS

Who's this? Bonario, old Corbaccio's son?

The person I was bound to seek.—Fair sir,

You are happily met.

BON

That cannot be by thee.

MOS

Why, sir?

BON

Nay, pray thee know thy way, and leave me:

I would be loth to interchange discourse

With such a mate as thou art

MOS

Courteous sir,

Scorn not my poverty.

BON

Not I, by heaven;

But thou shalt give me leave to hate thy baseness.

MOS

Baseness!

BON

Ay; answer me, is not thy sloth

Sufficient argument? thy flattery?

Thy means of feeding?

MOS

Heaven be good to me!

These imputations are too common, sir,

And easily stuck on virtue when she's poor.

You are unequal to me, and however,

Your sentence may be righteous, yet you are not

That, ere you know me, thus proceed in censure:

St. Mark bear witness 'gainst you, 'tis inhuman.

[WEEPS.]

BON