I would, old Cardinal, I could burn that hand;
But it will burn hereafter.
Cardinal
Nay, the Church
Ordains us to forgive our enemies.
Duchess
Forgiveness? what is that? I never got it.
They come at last: well, my Lord Justice, well.
[Enter the Lord Justice.]
Lord Justice
Most gracious Lady, and our sovereign Liege,
We have long pondered on the point at issue,
And much considered of your Grace’s wisdom,
And never wisdom spake from fairer lips—
Duchess
Proceed, sir, without compliment.