DUKE. Ay, with my heart; And punish them to your height of pleasure. Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman, Compact with her that’s gone, think’st thou thy oaths, Though they would swear down each particular saint, Were testimonies against his worth and credit, That’s sealed in approbation? You, Lord Escalus, Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains To find out this abuse, whence ’tis derived. There is another friar that set them on; Let him be sent for. FRIAR PETER. Would he were here, my lord; for he indeed Hath set the women on to this complaint. Your Provost knows the place where he abides, And he may fetch him. DUKE. Go, do it instantly. [_Exit Provost._] And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth, Do with your injuries as seems you best In any chastisement. I for a while Will leave you; but stir not you till you have Well determined upon these slanderers. ESCALUS. My lord, we’ll do it throughly. [_Exit Duke._] Signior Lucio, did not you say you knew that Friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person? LUCIO. _Cucullus non facit monachum_, honest in nothing but in his clothes, and one that hath spoke most villainous speeches of the Duke. ESCALUS. We shall entreat you to abide here till he come, and enforce them against him. We shall find this friar a notable fellow. LUCIO. As any in Vienna, on my word. ESCALUS. Call that same Isabel here once again. I would speak with her. [_Exit an Attendant._] Pray you, my lord, give me leave to question; you shall see how I’ll handle her. LUCIO. Not better than he, by her own report. ESCALUS. Say you? LUCIO. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her privately, she would sooner confess; perchance, publicly, she’ll be ashamed. Enter at several doors Duke as a friar, Provost and Isabella with Officers. ESCALUS. I will go darkly to work with her. LUCIO. That’s the way; for women are light at midnight. ESCALUS. [_To Isabella_.] Come on, mistress, here’s a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. LUCIO. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke of, here with the Provost. ESCALUS. In very good time. Speak not you to him till we call upon you. LUCIO. Mum. ESCALUS. Come, sir, did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo? They have confessed you did. DUKE. ’Tis false. ESCALUS. How! Know you where you are? DUKE. Respect to your great place; and let the devil Be sometime honoured for his burning throne. Where is the Duke? ’Tis he should hear me speak. ESCALUS. The Duke’s in us; and we will hear you speak. Look you speak justly. DUKE. Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls, Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox, Good night to your redress! Is the Duke gone? Then is your cause gone too. The Duke’s unjust Thus to retort your manifest appeal, And put your trial in the villain’s mouth Which here you come to accuse. LUCIO. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of.