Page 1108 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

POMPEY

Why, very well then: I hope here be truths.

ANGELO
This will last out a night in Russia
When nights are longest there. I’ll take my leave,
And leave you to the hearing of the cause; [130]

Hoping you’ll find good cause to whip them all.

ESCALUS
I think no less: good morrow to your lordship.
Exit [Angelo].
Now, sir, come on. What was done to Elbow’s wife, once more?

POMPEY
Once, sir? There was nothing done to her once. [135]

ELBOW
I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.

POMPEY

I beseech your honour, ask me.

ESCALUS

Well, sir, what did this gentleman to her?

POMPEY
I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman’s face. [140] Good Master Froth,
look upon his honour; ’tis for a good purpose. − Doth your honour mark his
face?

ESCALUS

Ay, sir, very well.

POMPEY

Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.