_Brig._ Is his arm broke? _Sq._ Ay, and where the nerve runs to the heart: the lady told me a thousand times that ’twere mortal to move it; and the surgeon who bound it said that his balance hung by a thread. _Brig._ The lady was with him, then. Didst thou see her? 1351 _Sq._ It’s not all I see I’m bound to tell. But if she was not there, how should she be here? And had I not persuaded her, would she have let him come, think you? And that a matter of disputation, an hour and more. _Brig._ How could she stay him? _Sq._ Let alone wounds and surgeons, shall a lady have nothing to say? And she’s hard hit, I take it. A fine piece, and brings money with her. 1360 _Brig._ And what may spoil his fighting. _Sq._ Wilt thou grudge the captain what he has fairly won? Or must thou be served first? _Brig._ Serve me soon, and serve me well. Yet I like not the lady. [_Exit._ _Sq._ Nay, nor the coin neither, I’ll go bound. How should he? Nay ... Wouldn’t old Beedo now have liked to have been here? _A brigand._ Well, he would. _Another._ Why came he not? 1370 _Sq._ A bad reason, man, but a good excuse. _Brig._ How mean you? _Sq._ As if thou hadst never been on the wrong side of four walls! tell not me. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Palicio and Margaret._ _Pal._ Now thou know’st all. _MARGARET._ But is that all, Giovanni? _Pal._ Saw’st thou them well from where thou wert? _Mar._ Ay, tell me: The man in the blue jacket, who is he? _Pal._ That’s Squarcialupu: he’s my first lieutenant. Did they not greet me? _Mar._ I could count eighteen. Are there no more? _Pal._ The least of these can muster 1380 Twenty as brave. _Mar._ That’s not six hundred men. _Pal._ But with them I can raise the town. _Mar._ ’Tis pity The barons stand aloof. _Pal._ They hold together On certain claims that touch their own estate. But in their hate of Hugo they will join us At first report of our success; and that I’ll make flame forth. _Mar._ Alas! what canst thou do, Having so little means? _Pal._ To-morrow night We shall surround the palace and capture Hugo. 1389 _Mar._ One regiment could drive all thy men away. _Pal._ He dare not give the word. _Mar._ How know’st thou that? _Pal._ I have sprung a cranny in his council-board, Thro’ which crumbs fall to me.