_Di_. The time is fuller Sir, than you expect;
That which hereafter will not perhaps be reach'd
By violence, may now be caught; As for the King,
You know the people have long hated him;
But now the Princess, whom they lov'd.

_Phi_. Why, what of her?

_Di_. Is loath'd as much as he.

_Phi_. By what strange means?

_Di_. She's known a Whore.

_Phi_. Thou lyest.

_Di_. My Lord--

_Phi_. Thou lyest,

[_Offers to draw and is held_.

And thou shalt feel it; I had thought thy mind
Had been of honour; thus to rob a Lady
Of her good name, is an infectious sin,
Not to be pardon'd; be it false as hell,
'Twill never be redeem'd, if it be sown
Amongst the people, fruitful to increase
All evil they shall hear. Let me alone,