Duke. I protest I love the Duke as I love myself.
340 Ang. Hark, how the villain would [close] now, after his treasonable abuses!
Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talked withal. Away with him to prison! Where is the provost? Away with him to prison! lay bolts enough upon him: let him speak 345 no more. Away with those [giglets] too, and with the other confederate companion!
Duke. [[To Provost]] Stay, sir; stay awhile.
Ang. What, resists he? Help him, Lucio.
Lucio. Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! V. 1
350 Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must you? Show your knave’s visage, with a pox to you! show your sheep-biting face, and be [hanged an hour!] Will’t not off?
[Pulls off the friar’s hood, and discovers the Duke.]
Duke. Thou art the first knave that e’er [madest] a Duke.
355 First, provost, let me bail these gentle three.
[To Lucio] Sneak not away, sir; for the friar and you