[Aside] This works like waxe! Yet once more try thy wits. --
Boy, goe conuay this purse to Pedringano, --
Thou knowest the prison, -- closely giue it him,
And be aduisde that none here there-about.
Bid him be merry still, but secret;
And, though the marshall sessions be to-day,
Bid him not doubt of his deliuerie.
Tell him his pardon is already signde,
And thereon bid him boldely be resolued;
For, were he ready to be turned off, --
As tis my will the vttermost be tride, --
Thou with his pardon shalt attend him still.
Shew him this boxe, tell him his pardons int;
But opent not, and if thou louest thy life,
But let him wisely keepe his hopes vnknowne.
He shall not want while Don Lorenzo liues.
Away!

PAGE. I goe, my lord, I runne!

LOR. But, sirra, see that this be cleanely done.

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Now stands our fortune on a tickle point,
And now or neuer ends Lorenzos doubts.
One only thing is vneffected yet,
And thats to see the executioner, --
But to what end? I list not trust the aire