Jun. A villainous Duns upon the letter,[71] knavish exposition!
Look you then here, sir: we'll get thee out by a trick, says he.
2d Officer. That may hold too, sir; for you know a trick is commonly four cards, which was meant by us four officers.
Jun. Worse and worse dealing.
1st Officer. The hour beckons us.
The headsman waits: lift up your eyes to heaven.
Jun. I thank you, faith; good pretty wholesome counsel!
I should look up to heaven, as you said,
Whilst he behind me cosens me of my head.
Ay, that's the trick.
3d Officer. You delay too long, my lord.
Jun. Stay, good authority's bastards; since I must,
Through brothers' perjury, die, O, let me venom
Their souls with curses.
3d Officer. Come, 'tis no time to curse.
Jun. Must I bleed then without respect of sign? well—
My fault was sweet sport, which the world approves,
I die for that which every woman loves. [Exeunt.
Enter Vendice and Hippolito.[72]