Mont. 'Twas not ill;
For, sir, you know we have naught but circumstances
To charge her with, about her husband's death:
Their approbation, therefore, to the proofs
Of her black lust shall make her infamous
To all our neighbouring kingdoms. I wonder
If Brachiano will be here?


Fran. Oh, fie! 'Twere impudence too palpable. [Exeunt.


Enter Flamineo and Marcello guarded, and a Lawyer


Lawyer. What, are you in by the week? So--I will try now whether they
wit be close prisoner--methinks none should sit upon thy sister, but
old whore-masters----


Flam. Or cuckolds; for your cuckold is your most terrible tickler of
lechery. Whore-masters would serve; for none are judges at tilting,
but those that have been old tilters.


Lawyer. My lord duke and she have been very private.


Flam. You are a dull ass; 'tis threatened they have been very public.