Mal. O ’twas best, sure work; for he that strikes a great man, let him strike home, or else ’ware, he’ll prove no man: shoulder not a huge fellow, unless you may be sure to lay him in the kennel.
Men. A most sound brain-pan! I’ll make you both emperors. 180
Mal. Make us Christians, make us Christians.
Men. I’ll hoist ye, ye shall mount.
Mal. To the gallows, say ye? come:[498] præmium incertum petit certum scelus.[499] How stands the progress?
Men. Here, take my ring unto the citadel;
[Giving ring.
Have entrance to Maria, the grave duchess
Of banish’d Altofront. Tell her we love her;
Omit no circumstance to grace our person: do’t.
Mal. I’ll[500] make an excellent pander: duke, farewell; ’dieu, adieu, duke. 190
Men. Take Maquerelle with thee; for ’tis found
None cuts a diamond but a diamond.