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RAYNER:

BERTRAM.

Yea, and a soldier too,

HARDIBRAND.

A soldier!

BERTRAM.

Ay, your honour, and the Son

Of a most gallant soldier.

HARDIBRAND.

But he is innocent?

BERTRAM.

He is condemn'd.

HARDIBRAND.

Shame on it! were he twenty times condemn'd,

He's innocent as are these silver'd locks.
(Laying his hand vehemently on his head.)
What is his name?

BERTRAM.

Rayner.

HARDIBRAND.

Ha! son to my old comrade, Rayner!

Out on the fools! I would as soon believe
That this right hand of mine had pilfer'd gold