_Ju_. He wrongs my Ladie, an't please your grace.
_Mon_. Ile tell the trueth.
_Euph_. Or rather let me tell it.
_Mon_. Lacivious love is ever full of sleights.
_Euph_. Villaines, that seeke by treason their desires,
Want no suggestion to beguile a trueth.
_Mon_. I say, I found this peasant in her closet
Kissing, imbracing, and dishonouring her.
_Euph_. I say, an't please your gracious Excellence,
I found this Gentleman within my closet,
There set by subornation of this Lord,
And here appointed to dishonor me.
Speake, is't not true?
_Con_. True, if it please your grace.
_Duke_. What say you, strumpet?
_Ju_. Since my Ladie saies so,
I say and't please your Excellence--
_Duke_. Speake, woman.
_Ju_. 'Tis very true.
_Mon_. O monstrous forgerie!
_Fre_. O more then falshood to become so smooth
In such a dangerous action!
_Duke_. This is strange;
_Montano_ seeke the ruine of my daughter!
_Euph_. Because I would not yeeld unto his suite,
Which he in rapefull manner oft hath sought,
Hee set this Gentleman to doe me shame
Intending by exclaimes[166] to raise the Court,
But that repentance in my waiting Maide
And of his sorrowfull selfe reveal'd the plot.
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