2 Avoc. Let her come.
[Exit Mosca.
4 Avoc. These things,
They strike with wonder.
3 Avoc. I am turn’d a stone.
Re-enter Mosca with Lady Would-be
Mos. Be resolute, madam.
Lady P. Ay, this same is she.
[Pointing to Celia.
Vie tears with the hyæna. Dar’st thou look
Upon my wronged face?—I cry your pardons,
I fear I have forgettingly transgrest
Against the dignity of the court—
2 Avoc. No, madam.
Lady P. And been exorbitant—
2 Avoc. You have not, lady.
4 Avoc. These proofs are strong.
Lady P. Surely, I had no purpose
To scandalise your honours, or my sex’s.
3 Avoc. We do believe it.
Lady P. Surely, you may believe it.
2 Avoc. Madam, we do.
Lady P. Indeed you may; my breeding
Is not so coarse—
4 Avoc. We know it.
Lady P. To offend
With pertinacy—
3 Avoc. Lady—
Lady P. Such a presence!
No surely.
l Avoc. We well think it.
Lady P. You may think it.
l Avoc. Let her o’ercome. What witnesses have you
To make good your report?
Bon. Our consciences. Cel. And heaven, that never fails the innocent.
4 Avoc. These are no testimonies.
Bon. Not in your courts,
Where multitude, and clamour overcomes.
1 Avoc. Nay, then you do wax insolent.
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