Lor. I told you 'twas but fear.
Ver. Swore ye true then, sir, when ye swore
Ye both saw them dishonest?
1st Slave. Yes, marry, did we, sir;
For we were both two villains when we saw them,
So we saw them dishonest.
Ven. Heaven, thou art equal!
1st Slave. This is a jealous lord, his lady chaste.
A rock of crystal not more clear, this gentleman
Basely abus'd; this great prince dishonour'd;
And so we kneel for mercy.
Ver. You have redeem'd it;
Depart, prove honest men. That I should bear
Dishonour in my blood!
Ven. What justice, sir, belongs unto the injur'd?
Ver. First, witness Heaven, I tear thee from my blood,
And cast thee off a stranger. Assume you, sir,
Since the great cause is yours, my seat of justice,
And sentence this foul homicide: it must be,
And suddenly; he will infect the air else.
Proceed, great sir, with rigour, whilst I stand by,
And do adore the sentence.
Ven. Answer, Lorenzo,
Art thou not guilty?