But they are plac't in those imperiall heights,
Where, countermurde with walles of diamond,
I finde the place impregnable, and they
Resist my woes and giue my words no way.
Enter HANGMAN with a letter.
HANG. O Lord, sir! God blesse you, sir! The man, sir, --
Petergade, sir: he that was so full of merie conceits --
HIER. Wel, what of him?
HANG. O Lord, sir! he went the wrong way; the fellow
had a faire commission to the contrary. Sir, heere is his
pasport, I pray you, sir; we haue done him wrong.
HIERO. I warrant thee; giue it me.
HANG. You will stand between the gallowes and me?
HIERO. I, I!
HANG. I thank your l[ord] worship.
Exit HANGMAN.
HIERO. And yet, though somewhat neerer me concernes
I will, to ease the greefe that I sustaine,
Take truce with sorrow while I read on this.
[Reads] "My lord, I writ, as mine extreames require,
That you would labour my deliuerie:
If you neglect, my life is desperate,
And in my death I shall reueale the troth.
You know, my lord, I slew him for your sake,
And was confederate with the prince and you;
Wonne by rewards and hopefull promises,
I holpe to murder Don Horatio too.
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