Lucio. My lord, I know him; ’tis a meddling friar;
I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord,
For certain words he spake against your Grace
130 In your retirement, I had swinged him soundly.
Duke. Words against me! [this’s] a good friar, belike!
And to set on this wretched woman here
Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.
Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,
135 I saw them at the prison: a saucy friar,
A very scurvy fellow.