Lawyer. Lo you, my Spaniard!


Flam. He carried his face in 's ruff, as I have seen a serving-man
carry glasses in a cypress hatband, monstrous steady, for fear of
breaking; he looks like the claw of a blackbird, first salted, and
then broiled in a candle. [Exeunt.


SCENE II


The Arraignment of Vittoria


Enter Francisco, Monticelso, the six Lieger Ambassadors, Brachiano,
Vittoria, Zanche, Flamineo, Marcello, Lawyer, and a Guard.


Mont. Forbear, my lord, here is no place assign'd you.
This business, by his Holiness, is left
To our examination.


Brach. May it thrive with you. [Lays a rich gown under him.


Fran. A chair there for his Lordship.