LUCIO.
Sir, I know him, and I love him.
DUKE.
Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with dearer love.
LUCIO.
Come, sir, I know what I know.
DUKE.
I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the Duke return, as our prayers are he may, let me desire you to make your answer before him. If it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it. I am bound to call upon you, and I pray you your name?
LUCIO.
Sir, my name is Lucio, well known to the Duke.
DUKE.
He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to report you.
LUCIO.
I fear you not.
DUKE.
O, you hope the Duke will return no more; or you imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed, I can do you little harm. You’ll forswear this again.
LUCIO.
I’ll be hanged first! Thou art deceived in me, friar. But no more of this. Canst thou tell if Claudio die tomorrow or no?
DUKE.
Why should he die, sir?