130 And leave you to the hearing of the cause;

Hoping you’ll find good cause to whip them all.

Escal. I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.

[Exit Angelo.]

Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow’s wife, once more?

135 Pom. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once.

Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.

Pom. I beseech your honour, ask me.

Escal. Well, sir; what did this gentleman to her?

140 Pom. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman’s face. Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; ’tis for a good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?