CASTRUCCIO CASTROCANI.
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2nd noble.
LEONI.
Or perish!
2nd noble.
A single arm?
LEONI.
There yet remains one sole—one desperate chance—
The risk is mine. (Drawing his dagger.) This blade has stood, ere now,
My certain friend. (Sheathing it.)—I'll trust to it again.
2nd noble.
And, if some cunning tale could win your entrance,
You'd perish, ev'n as you struck the blow.
A hundred swords would straight avenge his death.
LEONI.
But mine's a far more subtle stratagem.
2nd noble.
LEONI.
And I will pay the forfeit with my head,
Unless I turn them yet again.
2nd noble.
I'll follow you.