Worthy Hieronimo, your office asks
A care to punish such as do transgress.
Hieronimo.
So is't my duty to regard his death
Who, when he liv'd, deserv'd my dearest blood.
But come, for that we came for: let's begin,
For here lies that, which bids me to be gone.
Enter Officers, Boy, and Pedringano, with a letter in his hand, bound.
Deputy.
Bring forth the prisoner, for the court is set.
Pedringano.
Gramercy, boy, but it was time to come;
For I had written to my lord anew
A nearer matter that concerneth him,
For fear his lordship had forgotten me:
But sith he hath remember'd me so well—
Come, come, come on, when shall we to this gear?
Hieronimo.