Duke. Jailor, let the prisoners be brought to
Execution straight, I'll be there myself.
Ama. And I too, sir.
Duke. You shall; we'll go together. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Enter All Ladies, Nurses, Pinguister, and Lean-man, as in the vault; Philidor as a Crier.
Phil. O yes, O yes, O yes! did any man hear tale
Or tidings of three nurses, called Three Flanders
Mares, with three sucking colts?—
All Nurses. Hark, we are cried
In the streets.
Phil. And also six maiden ladies, that should
Have been married to a certain
Promising gentleman?—
All Ladies. Devil! we are
Cried too.