1st Noble. O, pardon us, my lords; he gave that charge—
Upon our lives, if he were miss'd at court,
To answer so; he rode not anywhere;
We left him private with that fellow here.
Ven. Confirmed. [Aside.
Lus. O heavens! that false charge was his death.
Impudent beggars! durst you to our face
Maintain such a false answer? Bear him straight
To execution.
1st Noble. My lord!
Lus. Urge me no more.
In this the excuse may be call'd half the murder.
Ven. You've sentenc'd well. [Aside.
Lus. Away; see it be done.
Ven. Could you not stick? See what confession doth!
Who would not lie, when men are hang'd for truth? [Aside.
Hip. Brother, how happy is our vengeance!
[Aside.