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Scæna Quarta.

Enter Marciano solus, disguis'd as having escap'd.
—Thanks to my stars! as yet unknown
I have cheat all the sentinells; and now
I suck free aire again:—you powers above
Direct my suddain course: and save my love.

Exit quietly
Within. Jayl.
Ho, wher's the pisse-pot there.

Str.

Sirrah drawer, 'tother quart of sack, you raggamuffin
you.

Courtain drawn appear Str. and the Jaylor, drinking.
Jayl.

You shall do me reason Signior Strenuo:—'tis my noble

Generals health, Signior Strenuo—Ho, where's the piss-pot
there?—you shall drink it, Signior—

Str.

Come then, we'll drink his good health, although he has but
two dayes to live.

(drinks.
Jayl.

No matter for that, I love to be courteous to the last
breath, Signior; come, give me the cup: Sack, good
(drinks.
Sack, Signior—O brave Sack; come, let's have
(drinks again.
a catch, Signior.

Str.

Come then—

(drinks.
Jayl.

Let us sing, let us sing—O brave Strenuo, here's a cup
to thee for thy catch.

(drinks.
Enter a Servant, beckens to Str. Str. approaches to him.
Ser.

He is escap'd.

Str.

'Tis good, no more, silence I command
you.

Ser.

He waits for you.

Str.

Plague on you, no more I say.

Ser.

My Lord is escap'd I say.

Str.

Pox take you, hold your peace, or you'l spoil all I say.

Jayl.

Come young-man, how does my noble General? you are
his servant, I know—here's to him, a brimmer of Sack.

(drinks.
Str.

Drinks and be gone, you cocks-comb you—

Jayl.

You shall pledge me neighbour.

Ser.

I shall, Sir.

(drinks.
Str.

My Lord has ordained me to present his love and respects
to all friends at my return to Siena—get you gone whoreson,
get you gone, or you'l spoil all.

Exit Ser.
Jayl.

Well, he's a noble Gentleman, Signior, although I dare
not say it: but, no more of him, this cup is yours, Signior, we'll
have t'other flaggon of Sack e're we part; for I love to be merry
as well as courteous, especially amongst strangers, Signior—Ho,
drawer, Sirrah, Loggar-head, the piss-pot,
(Courtain drawes.
Bastard, shall a man spoil his breeches, you son of a whore you.

Enter Strenuo quietly with the Servant.
Str.

You puppet you, could not you hold your peace when I
bid you—come, where is my Lord?

Ser.

At the Colonna in the Strada del Popolo, there he lurks
quietly while you come to him.

Str.

Let the rogue the Jaylor slip then, and we'll bid adieu to
Florence; come, come quickly.

Exeunt.