Chapter 67

_First Sold._ There is no remedy, sir, but you must die: the general says, you that have so traitorously discovered the secrets of your army and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head. 285 _Par._ O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death! _First Sold._ That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [_Unblinding him._ So, look about…