_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.
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