hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes to be
a friar, from the time of his remembrance to this very instant
disaster of his setting [i' the] stocks: and what think
you he hath confessed?
Ber. Nothing of me, [has a']?
Sec. Lord. His confession is taken, and it shall be read
to his face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe you are,
you must have the patience to [hear] it.
[Enter] Parolles guarded, and First Soldier.
[Ber.] A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing