Ars.

     I see ye are penitent, and I have compassion: 
     Ye are secure both; do but what we charge ye,
     Ye shall have more gold too, and he shall give it,
     Yet ne’re indanger ye.

     Lop.

     Command us, Master,
     Command us presently, and see how nimbly—­

     Die.

     And if we do not handsomely endeavour—­

     Ars.

     Go home, and till ye hear more, keep private,
     Till we appear again, no words, Vicar,
     There’s something added.

     Mil.

     For you too.

     Lop.

     We are ready.

     Mil.

     Go and expect us hourly, if ye falter,
     Though ye had twenty lives—­

     Die.

     We are fit to lose ’em.

     Lop.

     ’Tis most expedient that we should hang both.

     Die.

     If we be hang’d, we cannot blame our fortune.

     Mil.

     Farewel, and be your own friends.

     Lop.

     We expect ye.—­

[Exeunt.

     SCENA III.

     Enter Octavio, Jacintha, and Ascanio.

     Octa.

     We cited to the Court!

     {_A Bar, Table-book, 2 Chairs, and Paper, standish set out.

     Jac.

     It is my wonder.

     Octa.

     But not our fear, Jacintha; wealthy men,
     That have Estates to lose; whose conscious thoughts
     Are full of inward guilt, may shake with horrour
     To have their Actions sifted, or appear
     Before the Judge.  But we that know our selves
     As innocent, as poor, that have no Fleece
     On which the Talons of the griping Law
     Can take sure hold, may smile with scorn on all
     That can be urg’d against us.

     Jac.

     I am confident
     There is no man so covetous, that desires
     To ravish our wants from us, and less hope
     There can be so much Justice left on earth,
     (T[h]ough sued, and call’d upon) to ease us of
     The burthen of our wrongs.

     Octa.

     What thinks Ascanio? 
     Should we be call’d in question, or accus’d
     Unjustly, what would you do to redeem us
     From tyrannous oppression?

     Asc.

     I could pray
     To him that ever has an open ear,
     To hear the innocent, and right their wrongs;
     Nay, by my troth, I think I could out-plead
     An Advocate, and sweat as much as he
     Do’s for a double Fee, ere you should suffer
     In an honest cause.

     Enter Jamie and Bartolus.