Bal. Then am I for you, most pathetically, and unvulgarly, law! 80
[Exit.
Ant. Resolved hearts, time curtails night, opportunity shakes us his foretop. Steel your thoughts, sharp your resolve, embolden your spirit, grasp your swords; alarum mischief, and with an undaunted brow, out scout the grim opposition of most menacing peril.
Hark! here proud pomp shoots mounting triumph up,
Borne in loud accents to the front of Jove.
Pan. O now, he that wants soul to kill a slave,
Let him die slave, and rot in peasant’s grave.
Ant. Give me thy hand, and thine, most noble heart;
Thus will we live, and, but thus, never part. 91
[Exeunt, twined together.
Cornets sound a senet.
SCENE II.
A Banqueting-hall.
Enter Castilio and Forobosco; two Pages, with torches; Lucio, bare; Piero and Maria, Galeatzo, two Senators, and Nutriche.