_Herod._ By thy aid an Italian; dear Faunus, thou art now wriggled into the prince's bosom, and thy sweet hand should minister that nectar to him should make him immortal. Nymphadoro, in direct phrase, thou shouldst murder the prince, so revenge thine own wrongs, and be rewarded for that revenge. _Herc._ Afore the light of my eyes, I think I shall admire, wonder at you. What! ha' ye plots, projects, correspondences, and stratagems? Why are not you in better place? 117 _Enter_ Sir AMOROSO. Who's this? _Herod._ My eldest brother, Sir Amoroso Debile-Dosso. _Herc._ O, I know him! God bless thine eyes, sweet Sir Amoroso! A rouse--a _vin de monte_[167] to the health of thy chine,[168] my dear sweet signior! _Sir Amor._ Pardon me, sir; I drink no wine this spring. _Herod._ O no, sir; he takes the diet this spring always. Boy, my brother's bottle. _Sir Amor._ 'Faith, Fawn, an odd unwholesome cold makes me still hoarse and rheumatic. 127 _Herod._ Yes, in troth, a paltry murr.[169] Last morning, he blew nine bones out of his nose with an odd unwholesome murr. How does my sister, your lady? What, does she breed? _Herc._ I perceive, knight, you have children. O! 'tis a blessed assurance of Heaven's favour, and long-lasting name, to have many children. _Sir Amor._ But I ha' none, Fawn, now. 135 _Herc._ O that's most excellent--a right special happiness. He shall not be a drudge to his cradle, a slave to his child; he shall be sure not to cherish another's blood, nor toil to advance, peradventure, some rascal's lust. Without children, a man is unclogg'd, his wife almost a maid. Messallina, thou criedst out, O blessed barrenness! Why, once with child, the very Venus of a lady's entertainment hath lost all pleasure. _Sir Amor._ By this ring, Faunus, I do hug thee with most passionate affection, and shall make my wife thank thee. 146 _Herod._ Nay, my brother grudgeth not at my probable inheritance. He means once to give a younger brother hope to see fortune. _Nym._ And yet I hear, Sir Amoroso, you cherish your loins with high art, the only engrosser of eringoes; prepared cantharides, cullisses[170] made of dissolved pearl and bruised amber; the pith of parkets,[171] and candied lamb-stones are his perpetual meats; beds made of the down under pigeons' wings and goose-necks, fomentations, baths, electuaries, frictions, and all the nurses of most forcible excited concupiscence, he useth with most nice and tender industry. 158