Pan. Yes, in that this fellow swears for the duke:
Reach him the book; you shall see him again
Take the former oath.
Ver. This doubt must be so ended:
If it give not satisfaction, send back our hostage;
You have fair regress to your forces: but
The blood remains on you; and still remember,
The price of blood is precious.
Phil. Let us end it.
Ven. O, what a combat honour holds with conscience!
Reach him the book; and if thou false dost say,
May thine own tongue thine own foul heart betray.
1st Slave. Amen, say I:
Give me the book. My oath must end all, then?
Spin. It must.
Lor. Now you shall hear him swear
He saw them both in the base act.
1st Slave. Nay, I swear
They are now both seen in the base act.
Omnes. How's this?
Pan. 'Tis a strange oath.