But, Pedringano, to preuent the worst,
And cause I know thee secret as my soule,
Heere, for thy further satisfaction, take thou this!

Giues him more golde.

And harken to me; thus it is deuisde:
This night thou must -- and prithee so resoule --
Meet Serberine at St. Luigis Parke, --
Thou knowest tis heere hard by behinde the house;
There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure,
For dye he must, if we do meane to liue.

PED. But how shall Serberine be there, my lord?

LOR. Let me alone, Ile send him to meet
The prince and me where thou must doe this deed.

PED. It shalbe done, my l[ord]; it shall be done;
And Ile goe arme my-selfe to meet him there.

LOR. When things shall alter, as I hope they wil,
Then shalt thou mount for this, thou knowest my minde.

Exit PED[RINGANO].

Che le Ieron!

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