did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke? Most notedly, sir. Do you so, sir? And was the duke a fleshmonger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported him to be? You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke so of him; and much more, much worse. O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose for thy speeches? I protest I love the duke as I love myself. Hark, how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses! Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him speak no more. Away with those giglots too, and with the other confederate companion! Stay, sir; stay awhile. What, resists he? Help him, Lucio. Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must you? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you! show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour! Will't not off? Thou art the first knave that e'er madest a duke. First, provost, let me bail these gentle three. Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you Must have a word anon. Lay hold on him. This may prove worse than hanging. What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down: We'll borrow place of him. Sir, by your leave. Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, That yet can do thee office? If thou hast, Rely upon it till my tale be heard, And hold no longer out. O my dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness, To think I can be undiscernible, When I perceive your grace, like power divine, Hath look'd upon my passes. Then, good prince, No longer session hold upon my shame, But let my trial be mine own confession: Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg. Come hither, Mariana. Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? I was, my lord. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly. Do you the office, friar; which consummate, Return him here again. Go with him, provost. My lord, I am more amazed at his dishonour Than at the strangeness of it. Come hither, Isabel. Your friar is now your prince: as I was then Advertising and holy to your business, Not changing heart