Pedringano.
Nay, nay, now I remember me, let them alone till some other time; for now I have no great need.
Hieronimo.
I have not seen a wretch so impudent.
O monstrous times! where murder's set so light,
And where the soul, that should be shrin'd in heav'n,
Solely delights in interdicted things,
Still wand'ring in the thorny passages,
That intercepts itself of happiness.
Murder![181] O bloody monster, God forbid,
A fault so foul should 'scape unpunished.
Despatch, and see this[182] execution done:
This makes me to remember thee my son.
[Exit Hier.
Pedringano.
Nay, soft, no haste.
Deputy.
Why, wherefore stay you? Have you hope of life?
Pedringano.