Escal. Ay, sir, very well.
Pom. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.
145 Escal. Well, I do so.
Pom. Doth your honour see any harm in his face?
Escal. Why, no.
Pom. I’ll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. Good, then; if his face be the worst II. 1.
150 thing about him, how could Master Froth do the constable’s wife any harm? I would know that of your honour.
Escal. He’s in the right. Constable, what say you to it?
Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is 155 a respected woman.
Pom. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected person than any of us all.
Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet! the time is yet to come that she was ever respected with 160 man, woman, or child.