NOTE: _164 pang edition 1821; pain editions 1819, 1839.
[EXIT MARZIO, GUARDED.]
CAMILLO:
What say ye now, my Lords?
JUDGE:
Let tortures strain the truth till it be white
As snow thrice sifted by the frozen wind. _170
CAMILLO:
Yet stained with blood.
JUDGE [TO BEATRICE]:
Know you this paper, Lady?
BEATRICE:
Entrap me not with questions. Who stands here
As my accuser? Ha! wilt thou be he,
Who art my judge? Accuser, witness, judge,
What, all in one? Here is Orsino’s name; _175
Where is Orsino? Let his eye meet mine.
What means this scrawl? Alas! ye know not what,
And therefore on the chance that it may be
Some evil, will ye kill us?
[ENTER AN OFFICER.]
OFFICER:
Marzio’s dead.
JUDGE:
What did he say?