+Jailor.+ So, now I am just i' th' fashion; I have taken Money to do her business, and instead Of doing it I have undone it. _Enter +Duke+ and +Ortellus+._ +Ort.+ 'Tis so, sir. The jailor has discover'd all to me. Here He comes. +Jailor.+ And please your highness to stand close Here, for the lady Amphelia is now With the prisoner; I have given her a Key to convey him through this private passage; As soon as I beckon to her, she will come Away with him. [_Beckons her._ +Amph.+ Come, sir, give me your hand; The jailor beckons me; the way is clear. +Duke.+ Hold, lady, and your love, we must shorten Your journey a little. +Amph.+ Ha! the duke and Ortellus! I am betray'd! O villain jailor! +Ort.+ Sir, I fear we've interrupted them; it may be They were going to be married; ha, ha, ha! +Amph.+ If I were, 'twas what I refused you, Ortellus; that makes you so mad. +Duke.+ Well, madam, If you have a mind to be married, a priest Shall not join your hands, but you shall go both Back to the prison, and th' jailor shall tie you Both hands and legs together. +Amph.+ Know, sir, A prison with this brave gentleman Will be greater paradise to me, than to Be mistress of your palace. What do I say? [_Aside._ +Duke.+ Well you shall have your desire then; ye shall live Together, and die together. How could I speak that word to her? [_Aside._ +Zor.+ She die, sir! Wou'd you destroy so great a world of virtue? Rather invent two deaths for me, that I May die for her too. You'll rob Your dukedom of your greatest treasure to take Away so blest a life as hers: let not An axe part such a head and body, Lest heaven frown and call you murderer. You'll pull Upon your head all mankind's curse: when nature Sees her bounty thus rewarded, she will Turn miser, and will give no more such blessings To th' world as this fair saint. +Duke.+ Well, sir, I'm satisfied ye like one another, so you Shall both return back to your straw beds, there you May lie as close together as you please. +Amph.+ No, sir, virtue shall lie betwixt us. +Duke.+ You will want a pillow, till you come both To execution, then you shall have one-- A block to lay your heads on. +Amph.+ Know, [O] duke, My head will rest better with his upon a block, Than with yours on the softest pillow. How Many lies must I confess, before I die. [_Aside._