Although this time thou hast got--yet not the conquest neither--A double revenge another time I'll have.
COMEDY.
Envy, spit thy gall;
Plot, work, contrive; create new fallacies, Teem from thy Womb each minute a black Traitor, Whose blood and thoughts have twins conception:
Study to act deeds yet unchronicled, Cast native Monsters in the molds of Men, Case vicious Devils under sancted Rochets, Unhasp the Wicket where all perjureds roost, And swarm this Ball with treasons: do thy worst;Thou canst not hell-hound cross my star to night, Nor blind that glory, where I wish delight.
ENVY.
I can, I will.
COMEDY.
Nefarious Hag, begin, And let us tug, till one the mastery win.
ENVY.
Comedy, thou art a shallow Goose;
I'll overthrow thee in thine own intent, And make thy fall my Comic merriment.
COMEDY.
Thy policy wants gravity; thou art Too weak. Speak, Fiend, as how?
ENVY.
Why, thus:
From my foul Study will I hoist a Wretch, A lean and hungry Meager Cannibal, Whose jaws swell to his eyes with chawing Malice:
And him I'll make a Poet.
COMEDY.
What's that to th' purpose?
ENVY.