Pier. Most certainly.
Jaff. I'll do it.
Pier. Remember.
Pier. Come, now I'm ready.
[He and Jaffier ascend the scaffold.
Captain, you should be a gentleman of honour;
Keep off the rabble, that I may have room
To entertain my fate, and die with decency.
Come! [Takes off his gown. Executioner prepares to bind him.
Friar. Son!
Pier. Hence, tempter!
Offi. Stand off, priest!