_2 Gent._ Is the cause So mortal, nothing but his life? _Pet._ Believe me, A less offence has been the desolation Of a whole name. _2 Gent._ No other way to purge it? _Pet._ There is, but never to be hoped for. _2 Gent._ Think an hour more, And if then ye find no safer Road to guide ye, We'll set up our Rests too. _Ant._ Mine's up already, And hang him for my part Goes less than life. _2 Gent._ If we see noble cause, 'tis like our Swords May be as free and forward as your words. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter Don_ John. _John._ The civil order of this Town, _Bologna_, Makes it belov'd and honour'd of all Travellers, As a most safe retirement in all troubles; Beside the wholsome seat, and noble temper Of those minds that inhabit it, safely wise, And to all strangers vertuous; But I see My admiration has drawn night upon me, And longer to expect my friend may pull me Into suspicion of too late a stirrer, Which all good Governments are jealous of. I'll home, and think at liberty: yet certain, 'Tis not so far night as I thought; for see, A fair house yet stands open, yet all about it Are close, and no lights stirring, there may be foul play; I'le venture to look in: if there be knaves, I may do a good office. [_Woman within._ _Within._ Signieur? _John._ What? how is this? _Within._ Signieur _Fabritio_? _John._ I'le go nearer. _Within._ _Fabritio?_ _Joh._ This is a womans tongue, here may be good done. _Within._ Who's there? _Fabritio?_ _John._ I. _Within._ Where are ye? _Joh._ Here. _Within._ O come, for Heavens sake! _Joh._ I must see what this means. _Enter Woman with a Child._ _Within._ I have stay'd this long hour for you, make no noise, For things are in strange trouble: here, be secret, 'Tis worth your care; begon now; more eyes watch us, Than may be for our safeties. _Joh._ Hark ye? _Within._ Peace: good night. _Joh._ She is gone, and I am loaden; fortune for me; It weighs well, and it feels well; it may chance To be some pack of worth: byth' mass 'tis heavie; If it be Coyn or Jewels, 'tis worth welcom: I'le ne're refuse a fortune: I am confident 'Tis of no common price: now to my lodging: If it hit right, I'le bless this night. [_Exit._ SCENE IV. _Enter_ Frederick.