Inf. Alas, good Candido!
Duke. Fetch him [Exit Constable] and when these payments up are cast,
Weigh out your light gold, but let’s have them last.
Enter Candido and Constable, who presently goes out.
Duke. In Bridewell, Candido?
Cand. Yes, my good lord.
Duke. What make you here?
Cand. My lord, what make you here?
Duke. I’m here to save right, and to drive wrong hence.
Cand. And I to bear wrong here with patience.