her own report. Say you? Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess: perchance, publicly, she'll be ashamed. I will go darkly to work with her. That's the way; for women are light at midnight. Come on, mistress: here's a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of; here with the provost. In very good time: speak not you to him till we call upon you. Mum. Come, sir: did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo? they have confessed you did. 'Tis false. How! know you where you are? Respect to your great place! and let the devil Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne! Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak. The duke's in us; and we will hear you speak: Look you speak justly. Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox? Good night to your redress! Is the duke gone? Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Thus to retort your manifest appeal, And put your trial in the villain's mouth Which here you come to accuse. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd friar, Is't not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To accuse this worthy man, but, in foul mouth And in the witness of his proper ear, To call him villain? and then to glance from him To the duke himself, to tax him with injustice? Take him hence; to the rack with him! We'll touse you Joint by joint, but we will know his purpose. What 'unjust'! Be not so hot; the duke Dare no more stretch this finger of mine than he Dare rack his own: his subject am I not, Nor here provincial. My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna, Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble Till it o'er-run the stew; laws for all faults, But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, As much in mock as mark. Slander to the state! Away with him to prison! What can you vouch against him, Signior Lucio? Is this the man that you did tell us of? 'Tis he, my lord. Come hither, goodman baldpate: do you know me? I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I met you at the prison, in the absence of the duke. O,