Ant. How so?
Duke. Why, that same coat you wear did formerly belong unto Pantolabus the Roman jester, and buffoon to Augustus Cæsar.
Ant. And I thought so, I'd ne'er put it off, while I breath'd.
Lio. Stand by; we'll inquire further anon.
Enter Aurelio, Lorenzo, Mocinigo, Bravo, Æmilia, Lucretia, Officers.
Now who are you?
Aur. Your highness's officers.
We have brought two murderers here to be censured,
Who by their own confession are found guilty,
And need no further trial.
Lio. Which be the parties?
Aur. These, and please you.
Lio. Well, what do you answer?
What can you plead to stop the course of justice?