At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight
Maintain’d the change of words with any creature,
Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death!
[185] Friar. There is some strange misprision in the princes.
[186] Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour;
And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
[188] The practice of it lives in John the bastard,
[189] Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.
190 Leon. I know not. If they speak but truth of her,
These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour,