LOR. Admit he have not; his conditions such
As fear or flattering words may make him false.
I know his humour, and therewith repent
That e'er I us'd him in this enterprise.
But, Pedringano, to prevent the worst,
And 'cause I know thee secret as my soul,
Here, for thy further satisfaction, take thou this!
Gives him more gold.
And hearken to me; thus it is devis'd:
This night thou must—and prithee so resolve—
Meet Serberine at St. Luigi's Park,—
Thou knowest 'tis here hard by behind the house;
There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure,
For die he must, if we do mean to live.
PED. But how shall Serberine be there, my lord?
LOR. Let me alone, I'll send him to meet
The prince and me where thou must do this deed.
PED. It shall be done, my lord; it shall be done;
And I'll go arm myself to meet him there.
LOR. When things shall alter, as I hope they will,
Then shalt thou mount for this, thou knowest my mind.
Exit PEDRINGANO.
Che le Ieron!
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