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Scæna Septima.
Enter Strenuo with the Jaylor.Stren.
Is he sentenced already?
Jayl.
No, not yet; but he must die.
Stren.
Well—let him go, 'twill learn others to be wise, friend;
for, Souldiers have but shrewd arrears paid them now for their
service.
Jayl.
I am really sorry for him; as I am true Florentine he is
a noble Genteman, and loves to be courteous—
Stren.
But, d'you hear, Mr. Jaylor, shall we have t'other cup
the night?
Jayl.
I—at the Siena Tavern, Signior Strenuo, where we
may have a cup of good Canary; I am for you there, Signior Strenuo,
and will spend my checquin most heartily, Signior; for, I love
to be frolique as well as courteous, especially with strangers, Signior.
Stren.
—Come then, brave old Boy, we'll have a cup o'th best
on't. Will you go along now and I'l give you your morning
draught?
Jayl.
No—not now; I must wait upon my Lord Borasco,
he sent word that he would be here by and by.
Stren.
Farewell then—at night—old Hary—at night.
Jayl.
Yes, yes, I shall not fail you Signior, I warrand you. This
same Strenuo is a notable fellow, as ever I knew of a Siennois: he
loves to be courteous, effaith.
Enter Borasco with Souldiers.
Bor.
See it be done, I say, the Senate means
To whip most of your stubborn Siennois,
By his example—sirrah, Jaylor.
Jayl.
My Lord.
Bor.
The Lord Marciano is condemn'd to die—
Jayl.
The time, my Lord—
Within six dayes, no more respite—
Here are the Generals orders for it.
—Sirrah, look to your prisoner, watch him well.
I'l double all the ordinary guards
About the prison; place my Sentinels
In every corner—
Jayl.
I shall watch him, my Lord, I'l assure you,
Bor.
As you will answer us: now he shall die.
Although he hath escap'd sometimes before,
His worship shall play fast and loose no more.
Exeunt omnes.
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