Pan. Produce your servants, sir. [Venice sends off a Lord.
Lor. Plague of this change! here's one of them; the t'other,
In that I threaten'd him for some neglect,
The next day ran away.
Ven. Did you, sir, swear
You saw our sister and this gentleman
In this base act of sin?
Lor. Fear nothing.
1st Slave. To deny truth
Is more dangerous than to displease a duke.
I saw it, and did swear it.
Enter Lord, and 2d Slave.
Ven. But here comes one
Will swear you saw it not, and are forsworn.
1st Slave. 'Sfoot, Stratzo!
Spin. This is the other fellow took his oath.
Ver. What come you here to say, sir?