PALICIO.
Thank you, my men. Now silence; I must tell you
The feast is o’er, our meeting at an end.
We have laid our plans: but their success depends
On zealous preparation. Ye must to work.
A brigand. We have another song yet, captain.
Pal. See ye the sun is on this side of the city.
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Brigands. The song, the song!
Pal. What is this song ye call for?