CLOWN.
I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face. — Good Master
Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose. — Doth your
honour mark his face?
ESCALUS.
Ay, sir, very well.
CLOWN.
Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.
ESCALUS.
Well, I do so.
CLOWN.
Doth your honour see any harm in his face?
ESCALUS.
Why, no.
CLOWN.
I'll be supposed upon a book his face is the worst thing about
him. Good then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how
could Master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would
know that of your honour.
ESCALUS.
He's in the right. Constable, what say you to it?
ELBOW.
First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this
is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman.
CLOWN.
By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected person than any
of us all.
