ALCA. Lorenzo’s bounty I do more enfold Than the great’st mine of India’s brightest gold. LOR. Come, let us in; the next time you shall show All Don Andrea, not Alcario. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ JERONIMO _trussing of his points_; HORATIO _with pen and ink._ JER. Come, pull the table this way: so, ’tis well. Come write, Horatio, write; This speedy letter must away to-night. [HORATIO _folds the paper the contrary way_. What! fold paper that way to a nobleman? To Don Andrea, Spain’s embassador! Fie! I am ashamed to see it: hast thou worn Gowns in the university, toss’d[299] logic, suck’d Philosophy, ate cues, drunk cees,[300] and cannot give A letter the right courtier’s crest? O, there’s a kind of state In everything, save in a cuckold’s pate! Fie, fie, Horatio! what, is your pen foul? HOR. No, father, cleaner than Lorenzo’s soul; That’s dipp’d in ink made of an envious gall, Else had my pen no cause to write at all. JER. Signior Andrea, say. HOR. Signior Andrea---- JER. ’Tis a villainous age this. HOR. ’Tis a villainous age this---- JER. That a nobleman should be a knave as Well as an ostler. HOR. That a nobleman should be a knave as Well as an ostler---- JER. Or a serjeant. HOR. Or a serjeant---- JER. Or a broker. HOR. Or a broker---- JER. Yet I speak not this of Lorenzo, For he’s an honest lord. HOR. ’S foot, father, I’ll not write him honest lord. JER. Take up thy pen, or I’ll take up thee. HOR. What! write him honest lord? I’ll not agree. JER. You’ll take it up, sir? HOR. Well, well. JER. What went before? thou hast put me out: beshrew Thy impudence or insolence! HOR. Lorenzo’s an honest lord---- JER. Well, sir; and has hired one to murder you. HOR. O, I cry you mercy, father, meant you so? JER. Art thou a scholar, Don Horatio, And canst not aim at figurative speech? HOR. I pray you, pardon me; ’twas but youth’s Hasty error. JER. Come, read then. HOR. And has hired one to murder you---- JER. He means to send you to heaven, when You return from Portugal. HOR. From Portugal---- JER. Yet he’s an honest duke’s son. HOR. Yet he’s an---- JER. But not the honest son of a duke. HOR. But not the honest---- JER. O that villainy should be found in the great chamber! HOR. O that villainy---- JER. And honesty in the bottom of a cellar. HOR. And honesty---- JER. If you’ll be murdered, you may. HOR. If you’ll be---- JER. If you be not, thank God and Jeronimo. HOR. If you be not---- JER. If you be, thank the devil and Lorenzo. HOR. If you be, thank----- JER. Thus hoping you will not be murdered, and you can choose. HOR. Thus hoping you will----- JER. Especially being warned beforehand. HOR. Especially----