LUCIO.
O thou damnable fellow! Did not I pluck thee by the nose for thy speeches?
DUKE.
I protest I love the Duke as I love myself.
ANGELO.
Hark how the villain would close now, after his treasonable abuses!
ESCALUS.
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 no more. Away with those giglets too, and with the other confederate companion!
[The Provost lays hands on the Duke.]
DUKE.
Stay, sir, stay a while.
ANGELO.
What, resists he? Help him, Lucio.
LUCIO.
Come, sir, come, sir, come, sir. Foh, sir! 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 mad’st a duke.
First, Provost, let me bail these gentle three.
[To Lucio.] Sneak not away, sir, for the friar and you
Must have a word anon.—Lay hold on him.