ANGELO.
This will last out a night in Russia
When nights are longest there. I’ll take my leave,
And leave you to the hearing of the cause;
Hoping you’ll find good cause to whip them all.
ESCALUS.
I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.
[Exit Angelo.]
Now, sir, come on. What was done to Elbow’s wife, once more?
POMPEY.
Once, sir? There was nothing done to her once.
ELBOW.
I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife.
POMPEY.
I beseech your honour, ask me.
ESCALUS.
Well, sir, what did this gentleman to her?
POMPEY.
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?
ESCALUS.
Ay, sir, very well.