Pilia. Knavely spoke, and like a knight at arms.
Itha. Hey, Rivo [134] Castiliano! a man's a man.10
Bell. Now to the Jew.
Itha. Ha! to the Jew, and send me money he were best.
Pilia. What would'st thou do if he should send thee none?
Itha. Do nothing; but I know what I know; he's a murderer.
Bell. I had not thought he had been so brave a man.
Itha. You knew Mathias and the Governor's son; he and I killed 'em both, and yet never touched 'em.
Pilia. O, bravely done.
Itha. I carried the broth that poisoned the nuns; and he and I, snickle hand too fast, [135] strangled a friar.
Itha. We two, and 'twas never known, nor never shall be for me.