Aha, and so i' the middle of each suit
Trying i' the courts,—and you had three in play
With an appeal to the Pope's self beside,—
What, you may chop and change and right your wrongs,
Leaving the law to lag as she thinks fit?"
That were too temptingly commodious, Count!
One would have still a remedy in reserve
Should reach the safest oldest sinner, you see!
One's honor forsooth? Does that take hurt alone
From the extreme outrage? I who have no wife,