Lor. Do ye see her? look on her, all, and wonder:
Did ye ever see so foul guilt stand underneath
A look so innocent?
Jov. I should have pawn'd
My blood upon her honour.
Pan. Colours not in grain
Make as fair show, but are more apt to stain.
Abs. My lord.
Lor. Ye whore!
[Kicks her. She swoons.
Jas. Look to the lady.
Lor. Look to her! hang her: let me send her now
To the devil, with all her sins upon her head.
Spin. Bear her in gently, and see her guarded.
Pan. You are too violent, my lord.