205 [While] she with harlots feasted in my house.
Duke. A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?
Adr. No, my good lord: myself, he and my sister
[To-day] did dine together. [So befal] my soul
As this is false he burdens me withal!
210 Luc. Ne’er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
But she tells to your Highness simple truth!
[Ang.] O perjured woman! They are both forsworn:
In this the madman justly chargeth them.
Ant. E. My liege, I am advised what I say;