Enter Jailor.
Jailor. Come, have you done your discourse? you must go
To execution.
Zor. A little patience, jailor: [To her] see, we are
Called unto our deaths, pray tell me, what
You mean.
Amph. I cannot; first do you begin.
Zor. Nor I.
Amph. Let us tell both together then, that one
May not blame the other.
Zor. Agreed: are you ready now to speak!
Amph. Yes—O no, I am not—well, now I am—
Are you?
Zor. Yes, I am; begin—O, stay, I cannot yet.
Jailor. Come, come, I can give you no longer time.