1 Gent. But then be sure ye kill him.
2 Gent. Is the cause
So mortal, nothing but his life?
Pet. Believe me,
A less offence has been the desolation
Of a whole name.
2 Gent. No other way to purge it?
Pet. There is, but never to be hoped for.
2 Gent. Think an hour more,
And if then ye find no safer Road to guide ye,
We'll set up our Rests too.
Ant. Mine's up already,
And hang him for my part
Goes less than life.
2 Gent. If we see noble cause, 'tis like our Swords
May be as free and forward as your words. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Don John.