I ask no more than a Venetian grave,
A dungeon, what they will, so it be here.
Enter an Officer.
Offi. Bring in the prisoner!
Guard.Signor, you hear the order.
Jac. Fos. Aye, I am used to such a summons; 'tis
The third time they have tortured me:—then lend me
Thine arm.[To the Guard.
Offi.Take mine, sir; 'tis my duty to
Be nearest to your person.