Jailor. I can tell you a way that you may be sure
To have that favour granted.
Ama. Tell it me, and I'll thank ye.
Jailor. Why, if you'll try to convey him out of prison,
As another lady has already, you may
Bear them company too.
Ama. Why, has there any lady endeavour'd it?
Jailor. Yes, one that is his mistress, and they are
Both to die together.
Ama. Ha! what is't I hear? his mistress, say you?
Jailor. Yes, mistress; they both lie as contentedly
By one another, as if they were not two.
Ama. Curse him, good heaven, ye cannot throw too many
Curses on him. Here, jailor, take this,
And let me speak with the prisoner.
Jailor. Madam,
You shall.
Enter Zoranzo and Amphelia as in prison, in chains.