Are close upon our heels. We’ve not a moment.
Lope. Then up the mountain!
Men. Whither I will see
They shall not follow you; and take my word
I’ll not forget my promise.
Lope. I accept it.
Men. Only, before we part, give me some token,
The messenger I send may travel with
Safe through your people’s hands.
Lope (giving a dagger). This then.