Lucio. I'll not remain—When ice Sits judge of fire, what justice shall be done? Sister, there be your books—peruse them. There The sea-line--bide you so with back to it. While the cold inward heat of cruelty Warms what was once your heart, now crusted o'er With duty and slimed with poisonous drip of tongues. God help the Duke, if what he left he'd find! [Exit Lucio] 

Sits judge of fire, what justice shall be done?

Sister, there be your books—peruse them. There

The sea-line--bide you so with back to it.

While the cold inward heat of cruelty

Warms what was once your heart, now crusted o'er

With duty and slimed with poisonous drip of tongues.

God help the Duke, if what he left he'd find!

[Exit Lucio]

Regent. Is't so, I wonder? Go, Lucetta, fetch My glass, if haply I may tell. [Exit Lucetta.] Is't so? And have these years enforced, encrusted me To something monstrous, neither woman nor man? My lord, my lord! too heavy was the load You laid! Yet I'll not blame you: for myself Ruled the straight path the long account correct As in these books, my ledgers.... [While she turns the pages, Gamba the Fool creeps in and hoists himself on the balustrade. He tries his viol, and sings. 

My glass, if haply I may tell.

[Exit Lucetta.]

Is't so?

And have these years enforced, encrusted me

To something monstrous, neither woman nor man?

You laid! Yet I'll not blame you: for myself

Ruled the straight path the long account correct

As in these books, my ledgers....

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