2d Officer. Your good lordship—
Sup. Commend us to the scaffold in our tears.
1st Officer. We'll weep, and do your commendations. [Exeunt.
Amb. Fine fools in office!
Sup. Things fall out so fit!
Amb. So, happily come, brother! ere next clock,
His head will be made serve a bigger block.[69] [Exeunt.
Enter in prison Junior Brother and Keeper.
Jun. Keeper!
Keeper. My lord.
Jun. No news lately from our brothers?
Are they unmindful of us?