Act 5, Scene III
Scene: A Street
Enter ONOS, UNCLE, and Tutor.
- Nay, nephew!
- Pupil, hear but reason!
I have none, and will hear none. Oh, my Honour!
My honour blasted in the bud! my youth,
My hopeful youth, and all my expectation
Ever to be a man, are lost for ever!
- Why, nephew, we as well as you are dubb'd
Knights of the pantofle.
- And are shouted at,
Kick'd, scorn'd, and laugh'd at, by each page and groom;
Yet with erected heads we bear it.
You have years, and strength to do it; but were you,
As I, a tender gristle, apt to bow,
You would, like me, with cloaks enveloped,
Walk thus, then stamp, then stare.
- He will run mad,
I hope, and then all's mine.
- Why, look you, pupil,
There are for the recovery of your honour
Degrees of medicines: For a tweak by the nose
A man's to travel but six months, then blow it,
And all is well again; the bastinado
Requires a longer time, a year or two,
And then't is buried. I grant you have been baffled;
'Tis but a journey of some thirty years,
And it will be forgotten.
- Think you so?
- He may make a shorter cut,
But ban, or drown himself, and, on my life,
'Twill no more trouble him.
- I could ne'er endure
Or hemp or water, they are dangerous tools
For youth to deal with; I will rather follow
My tutor's counsel.
- Do so.
- And put in
For my security, that I'll not return
In thirty years, my whole 'state to my uncle.
- That I like well of.
- Still provided, uncle,
That at my coming home, you will allow me
To be of age, that I may call to account.
This Page that hath abused me.
- 'Tis a match.
- Then, Corinth, thus the bashful Lamprias
Takes leave of thee; and for this little time
Of thirty years, will labour all he can,
Though he goes young forth, to come home a man.