Bel. Now then obey!

Arb.‍Doubtless.

Bel.‍Yes, to the gates

That grate the palace, which is now our prison—

No further.

Arb.‍Thou hast harped the truth indeed!420

The realm itself, in all its wide extension,

Yawns dungeons at each step for thee and me.

Bel. Graves!

Arb.‍If I thought so, this good sword should dig