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SCENE III.

Street at Night.
Savelli and Gerardo.
SAVELLI.
Pray—pray—make haste.

GERARDO.
I have made better haste
The other road, Savelli. When I run
It is not toward a jail—if we must go,
We shall be sent for—wait till then.

SAVELLI.
Fool, as thou art!
To trifle now! there is one chance of safety.

GERARDO.
Why true—your jails are safe enough, at least!
No danger there of drowning! We escape
Whatever travellers risk by land or sea,
And all the snares of drinking, wenching, feasting;
Men seldom die of surfeits there. But now,
Brother, be quiet! the game we played is lost!
They keep their king and bishops—let us shut
The tables and be gone.

SAVELLI.
Where shall we go?
The Roads and Port are guarded seven miles round.
Hast wings or fins? Canst live in air or water?
O! do not thwart me now! our secret rests
In silence yet upon a single tongue—
That stopt—we sleep all night without a dream,
And wake to-morrow perfect.

GERARDO.
Whose? Arezzi's?

SAVELLI.
There were but two that knew it—beside thyself—
Arezzi and Cimbelli—one is gone—
The Count sees Death look hard and black upon him,
And youth may flinch from pain.—Andria would give
His life for your's or mine.

GERARDO.
Run then—run on.

[Exeunt.