Nic. 'Tis called the Taxes of the Apostolical Chancery.[434]
King. Is there a price for any sin set down?
Nic. Any, sir: how heinous e'er it be,
Or of what nature, for such a sum of money
As is set down there, it shall be remitted.
King. That's well; go fetch the book presently.
Nic. I will, my lord.
[Exit Nicanor.
King. Sure, there is perjury
Among the rest, and I shall know what rate
It bears, before I have committed it.
Re-enter Nicanor.
How now, hast brought it?
Nic. Yes, sir.
King. Read; I would know the price of perjury.