Ang. Hold, Sir,
I swear I do not harbour such a thought,
I speak it not, for that you have two Swords,
But for 'tis truth.
Lel. Two Swords, my Angelo?
Think this, that thou hast two young brawny arms
And ne'r a Sword, and he has two good Swords,
And ne'r an arm to use 'em; rush upon him,
I could have beaten him with this weak Body,
If I had had the spirit of a man.
Ang. Stand from me, and leave talking, or, by Heaven,
I'll trample thy last damning word out of thee.
Fath. Why do you hinder me then? stand away,
And I will rid her quickly.
Lel. Would I were
Clear of this business, yet I cannot pray.
Ang. Oh, be advis'd, why you were better kill her
If she were good, convey her from this place,
Where none but you, and such as you appoint,
May visit her; where, let her hear of nought
But death and damning, which she hath deserv'd,
Till she be truly, justly sorrowful,
And then lay mercy to her, who does know
But she may mend?
Fath. But whither should I bear her?
Ang. To my house,
'Tis large, and private, I will lend it you.
Fath. I thank you, Sir, and happily it fits
With some design I have: but how shall we
Convey her?
Lel. Will they carry me away?