TORELLI.
My common dream.
BERTUCCIO.
'T is natural,—dreams go by contraries.
And you, Ascolti, dream of telling truth;
And, Ordelaffi, that you've grown wise.
TORELLI.
And you, that your back's straight, your legs a match.
ASCOLTI.
And your tongue tipped with honey.
ORDELAFFI.
Come, my lords;
Leave him to spit his venom at the moon,
As they say toads do!
BERTUCCIO.
Take my curse among you,
Fair, false, big, brainless, outside shows of men;
For once your gibes and jeers fall pointless from me.
My great revenge is nigh, and drowns all sense,
I am straight and fair and well-shaped as yourselves;
Vengeance swells out my veins, and lifts my head,
And makes me terrible! Come, sweet to-morrow,
And put my enemy's heart into my hand
That I may gnaw it!
