Bel. So, sir; and she helps my lady to falls and bodies now and then, does she not?
Fres. At her ladyship's pleasure, my lord.
Bel. Her pleasure, you rogue? You are the pander to her pleasure, you varlet, are you not? You know the conveyances between Sebastian and my wife? Tell me the truth, or by this hand I'll nail thy bosom to the earth. Stir not, you dog, but quickly tell the truth.
Fres. O yes! [Speaks like a crier.
Bel. Is not thy mistress a bawd to my wife?
Fres. O yes!
Bel. And acquainted with her tricks, and her plots, and her devices?
Fres. O yes! If any man, o' court, city, or country, has found my Lady Levidulcia in bed but my Lord Belforest, it is Sebastian.
Bel. What, dost thou proclaim it? Dost thou cry it, thou villain?