A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 05
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 05
English drama
Admit he have not, his condition's such,
As fear or flattering words may make him false.
I know his humour; and therewith repent,
That e'er I us'd him in this enterprise.
But, Pedringano, to prevent the worst,
And 'cause I know thee secret as my soul,
Here, for thy further satisfaction, take thou[154] this,
[_Gives him more gold._
And hearken to me--thus it is devis'd,[155]
This night thou must (and, pr'ythee, so resolve)
Meet Serberine at St Liugis' Park:
Thou know'st, 'tis here hard by behind the house;
There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure:
For die he must, if we do mean to live.
PEDRINGANO.
But how shall Serberine be there, my lord?
LORENZO.
Let me alone; I'll send to him to meet
The prince and me, where thou must do this deed.
PEDRINGANO.
It shall be done, my lord, it shall be done;
And I'll go arm myself to meet him there.
LORENZO.
When things shall alter, as I hope they will,
Then shalt thou mount for this; thou know'st my mind.
_Che le Jeron!_[156] [_Exit_ PEDRINGANO.
_Enter_ PAGE.
PAGE.
My lord?
LORENZO.
Go, sirrah, to Serberine, and bid him forthwith
Meet the prince and me at St Liugis' Park,
Behind the house: this evening, boy.
PAGE.
I go, my lord.
LORENZO.
But, sirrah, let the hour be eight o'clock:
Bid him not fail.
PAGE.
I fly, my lord. [_Exit._
LORENZO.
Now to confirm the complot thou hast cast
Of all these practices, I'll spread the watch,
Upon precise commandment from the king,
Strongly to guard the place, where Pedringano
This night shall murder hapless Serberine.
Thus must we work, that will avoid distrust:
Thus must we practise to prevent mishap:
And thus one ill another must expulse.
This sly inquiry of Hieronimo
For Bell'-Imperia breeds suspicion,
And this suspicion bodes a further ill.
As for myself, I know my secret fault,
And so do they; but I have dealt for them.
They that for coin their souls endangered,
To save my life, for coin shall venture theirs:
And better 'tis that base companions die,
Than by their life to hazard our good haps;
Nor shall they live, for me to fear their faith:
I'll trust myself, myself shall be my friend;
For die they shall, slaves are ordain'd to[157] no other end.
[_Exit._
_Enter_ PEDRINGANO, _with a pistol_.
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