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FIRST CROWD.

Go to! surrender and have done with it.

Who thanks—who calls upon thee for thy toils?

CONSTANTINE.

That voice which, in the hour of trial, bids

The good man give his soft and sensitive frame
To death and torture, and ev'n fearful woman
Bend her fair neck unto th' uplifted stroke,
Calls upon me—yea, and I will obey it!

OTHORIC.

By the good saints he speaks like a brave man.

FIRST CROWD.

Acts he like one? will he come down to us?

(Several speaking together.) He does! he comes in truth!

(Constantine, after speaking in dumb show to his friends descends the stairs.)

SECOND CROWD.

Ay, in good faith, he comes unarmed too!

CONSTANTINE.

No, citizens, unarm'd I am not come;

For ev'ry good man here some weapon wears
For my defence.