Venice Preserved: A Tragedy in Five Acts

Priuli. Rather live To bait thee for his bread, and din your ears With hungry cries; whilst his unhappy mother Sits down and weeps in bitterness of want. Jaf. You talk as if 'twould please you. Priuli. 'T would, by heaven! Jaf. Would I were in my grave? Priuli. And she, too, with thee: For, living here, you're but my cursed remembrances, I once was happy!