_Mal._ Faith, like a pair of snuffers, snibs[469] filth in other men, and retains it in himself.[470] 240 _Celso._ He does fly from public notice, methinks, as a hare does from hounds; the feet whereon he flies betray him. _Mal._ I can track him, Celso. O, my disguise fools him most powerfully! For that I seem a desperate malcontent, He fain would clasp with me: he's the true slave That will put on the most affected grace For some vile second cause. _Celso._ He's here. _Mal._ Give place. [_Exit_ CELSO. _Enter_ MENDOZA. Illo, ho, ho, ho! art there, old truepenny?[471] Where hast thou spent thyself this morning? I see flattery in thine eyes, and damnation in thy soul. Ha, ye[472] huge rascal! _Men._ Thou art very merry. 253 _Mal._ As a scholar _futuens gratis_. How does[473] the devil go with thee now? _Men._ Malevole, thou art an arrant knave. _Mal._ Who, I? I have been a sergeant, man. _Men._ Thou art very poor. _Mal._ As Job, an alchymist, or a poet. _Men._ The duke hates thee. 260 _Mal._ As Irishmen[474] do bum-cracks. _Men._ Thou hast lost his amity. _Mal._ As pleasing as maids lose their virginity. _Men._ Would thou wert of a lusty spirit! would thou wert noble! 265 _Mal._ Why, sure my blood gives me I am noble, sure I am of noble kind; for I find myself possessed with all their qualities;--love dogs, dice, and drabs, scorn wit in stuff-clothes; have beat my shoemaker, knocked my semstress, cuckold my pothecary, and undone my tailor. Noble! why not? since the stoic said, _Neminem servum non ex regibus, neminem regem non ex servis esse oriundum_;[475] only busy Fortune touses, and the provident Chances blend them together. I'll give you a simile: did you e'er see a well with two buckets, whilst one comes up full to be emptied, another goes down empty to be filled? such is the state of all humanity. Why, look you, I may be the son of some duke; for, believe me, intemperate lascivious bastardy makes nobility doubtful: I have a lusty daring heart, Mendoza. 280 _Men._ Let's grasp; I do like thee infinitely: wilt enact one thing for me? _Mal._ Shall I get by it? [MEN. _gives him his purse_.] Command me; I am thy slave, beyond death and hell. _Men._ Murder the duke. _Mal._ My heart's wish, my soul's desire, my fantasy's dream, my blood's longing, the only height of my hopes! How, O God, how! O, how my united spirits throng together, to[476] strengthen my resolve! _Men._ The duke is now a-hunting. 290