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And will not question thy high dignity,
Softly; here's money for thee. (Giving him money.)

OHIO.

Silver pieces!

He! he! he! he! hast thou got more of them?

HARDIBRAND.

Nay, thou art greedy; answer first my question;

Tell me at which of all these gloomy doors
I needs must knock to find out the chief jailor.
Thou look'st like some fetch-carry to the prisoners;
Dost understand me?

OHIO.

Ay, there's the place, go knock at yonder door.

HARDIBRAND (after knocking).

This door is close nail'd up, and cannot open.

OHIO (grinning maliciously, and pointing to another door).

No, thou art wrong; it is the door hard by,

With those black portals. (Hardibrand knocks at the other door.)

Knock a little louder.

HARDIBRAND (after knocking some time).

A plague upon't! there is no one within.