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Gather what force ye can; by two and threes Return, and then we'll try the prison's strength.

Three of the nobles come this way.

We must disperse until the hour arrive, What time the nobles seek the Senate-house.

Where they will meet to doom Castruccio's death.

Short space is ours, be silent, and away. In one half hour seek ye the market-place; Castruccio Castrucani is the word.—[Exeunt.

Out of the way, ye loiterers.

What do ye here, wasting what ye call time, And then complain of want?

Our time will come.—[Exit.

What said the knave?

Good saints, I know as little as I care. I do not share Castruccio's sympathy For those who are the dust beneath my feet.

'Tis pity of him; for more gallant knight