I am ashamed the law is such an ass.

 

I am ashamed the law is such an ass.
--
Revenge for Honour (published posthumously, 1654), Act iii, scene 2. Although this was credited to Chapman, scholars have rejected the attribution; the play may have been written by Henry Glapthorne.

 

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