If she be up, I’ll speak with her

Cloten 
If she be up, I’ll speak with her; if not,
Let her lie still and dream. (He knocks.) By your leave, ho!—
I know her women are about her. What
If I do line one of their hands?

and ’tis gold
Which makes the true man killed and saves the thief,
Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man

’Tis gold
Which buys admittance—oft it doth—yea, and makes
Diana’s rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to th’ stand o’ th’ stealer; and ’tis gold
Which makes the true man killed and saves the thief,
Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man. What
Can it not do and undo? I will make
One of her women lawyer to me, for
I yet not understand the case myself.