BERTUCCIO.
Not I! You 're for finding out new sins:
With three such counsellors, I am superfluous.
[Aside.] The evil seed is sown, 't will grow! 't will grow! [Exit Bertuccio.
TORELLI.
Toad!
ASCOLTI.
Foul-mouthed scoffer!
ORDELAFFI.
Warped in wit and limb!
ASCOLTI.
My lord, you give your monkey too much rope.
He'll soon forget all tricks in the scurvy one
Of making his grinders meet in our soft parts.
MANFREDI.
Nay, give the devil his due; if he hits hard,
He hits impartially. I take my share
Of buffets with the rest. Best cure the smart
By laughing at your neighbour that smarts worse;
But about this business, where your arms may help me.
ASCOLTI.
Is it an enemy to be silenced?
ORDELAFFI.
A castle
To be surprised? A merchant to be squeezed?
ASCOLTI.
Or aught in which ducats or brains of Florence
Can help?
