Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose.--Doth your
honour mark his face?

ESCALUS.
Ay, sir, very well.

CLOWN.
Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.

ESCALUS.
Well, I do so.

CLOWN.
Doth your honour see any harm in his face?

ESCALUS.
Why, no.

CLOWN.
I'll be supposed upon a book his face is the worst thing about
him. Good then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how
could Master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would
know that of your honour.

ESCALUS.
He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it?

ELBOW.
First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this
is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman.