Enter Lorenzo, Pandulpho, Spinoso, Jaspor, Jovani.
Lor. Traitor to truth and friendship!
Did not mine honour hold me, I should rip out
That blushing hypocrite thy heart, that hath broke
So strong a tie of faith: but behold
How much of man is in me! there, I cast thee[126]
From this believing heart to the iron hand
Of law, the wrong'd man's saint?
Phil. What means this?
Pan. My lord, here's warrant
For what's done, immediate from the duke;
By force of which you're early i' th' morning
Before his grace to answer to such injuries
The Count Lorenzo shall allege against you.
Phil. Injuries! Why, friend, what injuries?
Lor. Can ye spell stag, sir? 'tis four letters with two horns.
Good gentlemen, convey him from my fury,
For fear of greater mischief.
Phil. Thou yellow fool!
[Exit.
Abs. I would you would instruct me, noble sir,
But how to understand all this.