His master stoutly, hurling stones on those
Who stay below to speak.
Duke. Roselo Montes, listen!
Roselo. Who is it calls upon that luckless name?
Captain. 'Tis Verona's Duke who speaks to thee.
Roselo. What would our noble Duke?
Duke. Descend in safety; and my plighted word
Thou hast that none shall let or harm thee.
Roselo. I yield, confiding in thy princely word.
I dare not strivealone, most noble Duke,
'Gainst all my foes. I will descend forthwith
And render up my sword to thee;
Not fairly using which, I would rather die
Of hunger or of fire, than ever yield
To tender mercy of Castelvin's kin.
Duke. Descend, Roselo Montes, I entreat.
Thou hast my plighted word that none shall dare
To stop or harm thee.
Roselo. Enough, I come, most noble Duke.
Marin. Look well you slip not as you go.
Roselo. Be still:
Marin, I'm guiltless and have naught to fear.
Marin. Methinks a good wide space the wisest thing
When plaints from notaries to lawyers swing;
'Tis clanking money or a felon's chain,
The case it may so turn for loss or gain.
Some fellow will most roundly swear
He saw, quite clearly, fifty leagues away;
Another on his oath declares that night is day;
Another, that his fancy grows or coins,
All brimming o'er with saids, aforesaids, and the like. [Exeunt Roselo and Marin.
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