Leave us. [The Soldier turns to go out.] A moment, sir. For what hour is . . .
First Soldier
At twelve o’clock, madam, we have orders to lead him out; but I dare say he won’t wait for us; he’s more like to take a drink out of that poison yonder. Men are afraid of the headsman.
Duchess
Is that poison?
First Soldier
Ay, madam, and very sure poison too.
Duchess
You may go, sir.
First Soldier