Volume Vi Part 31 (1/2)

DUKE.

Good father, tell it me: whatever should befall, Mine be the danger, mine the loss, you shall be pleased for all.

In any case, express it then.

BOMELIO.

Fait', then me will.

If you no have your son be so dumb still.

You mus' get-a de grand enemy dat he now have, And in de tenderest part his dearest blood crave: Derwit' mus' you wash his tongue-a string.

Noting but dat will his speech bring.

DUKE.

The dearest blood in the tenderest part Of his great enemy? O, grief to my heart!

Will nothing else cure his disease?

BOMELIO.

Noting, by my trot'; but do as you please.

DUKE.

My son, my wretched son! and whom dost thou suppose Thy greatest enemy amongst thy father's foes?

It is Hermione: 'tis he, and none but he.

He hath now proved himself, indeed, thy greatest enemy.

Where lives the wretch? That he were ta'en, and we revenged be?

PENULO.

And must his dearest blood, in his tenderest part, Help him in his speech? that's an excellent art.

But what part is that, my masters, now about a man That is the tenderest? guess it, and you can.

I can tell what part a woman thinks tenderest to be, And there is dear blood in it--but _benedicite_.

And do you think, sir, there is none but he, That can be thought his greatest enemy?

I have heard it said, there is no hate Like to a brother or sister's, if they fall at debate.

I will not say, but you may think it as well as I, If you mark since her coming home his sister's cruelty, And the continual rancour she beareth unto him.

BOMELIO.

Is te maid his sister? be Got, den, he say tim.

Bin mine fait' and trot', ser, 'tis true dat he say: His sister be his greatest enemy to-day.

DUKE.

And must I kill my daughter to help my son to speech?

I'll never do it.

PENULO.

See how a doth beseech!-- I would all our daggers were of his quality, They should not brawl with a man, then, so for his money.

BOMELIO.

You kill your daughter! fie, no point so.

Her dearest blood in tenderest part me will show: 'Tis in her paps, her dugs, for der be de tenderest part, And de blood de dearest; it comes from de heart.

So she be p.r.i.c.k'd a little under de breast, And wash his tongue-a, he speak wit' de best.

DUKE.

This thing is somewhat easier, if she consent thereto; If not, I can enforce and make her it to do.