Sup. We may with safety do't, and live and feed:
The duchess' sons are too proud to bleed.
Amb. We are, i' faith, to say true—come let's not linger:
I'll to the officers; go you before,
And set an edge upon the executioner.
Sup. Let me alone to grind him. [Exit.
Amb. Farewell!
I am next now; I rise just in that place,
Where thou'rt out off; upon thy neck, kind brother;
The falling of one head lifts up another. [Exit.
Enter, with the Nobles, Lusurioso from prison.
Lus. My lords, I am so much indebted to your loves
For this, O, this delivery—
1st Noble. But our duties, my lord, unto the hopes that grow in you.
Lus. If e'er I live to be myself, I'll thank you.
O liberty, thou sweet and heavenly dame!
But hell for prison is too mild a name. [Exeunt.
Enter Ambitioso and Supervacuo, with Officers.