THE OUTLAW.
ACT. I.
SCENE I.—Dungeon.
Helvitio chained.
Enter Jailor.
Jailor. Six thousand marks, good master robber, I think thou said'st, this morning?
Helvitio, Six thousand marks, old fellow; are they not a goodly ransom for these rusty chains?
Jail, Aye! but, my head! My head it sitteth now most firmly on my shoulders. Should'st thou escape, might I not tremble for it?
Hel, And should I not?—Six thousand marks die with me.
Helvitio, Six thousand marks, old fellow; are they not a goodly ransom for these rusty chains?
Jail, Aye! but, my head! My head it sitteth now most firmly on my shoulders. Should'st thou escape, might I not tremble for it?
Hel, And should I not?—Six thousand marks die with me.
