Cur. They be those Bravoes that belong to me?

Piet. Yes, Sir, the same;

But Antonio is their Patron.

Cur. They be stout and secret; ’tis well,

Is the Music and all things ready?

For I’ll not be seen till my Part is to be play’d.

[What Arms have they?]

Piet. Pistols, Sir, would you have other?

Cur. No, I have not yet consider’d how to kill him,

Nor scarce resolv’d to do so any way.