Lucio. ‘Cucullus non facit monachum:’ honest in nothing but in his clothes; and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the Duke.
Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, 265 and enforce them against him: we shall find this friar a notable fellow.
Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word.
Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again: I would speak with her. [Exit an Attendant.] Pray you, my lord, 270 give me leave to question; you shall see how I’ll handle her.
Lucio. Not better than he, by her own report.
Escal. Say you?
Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, V. 1
275 she [would] sooner confess: perchance, publicly, [she’ll] be ashamed.
Escal. I will go darkly to work with her.
Lucio. That’s the way; for women are light at midnight.