Enter the Duke of Ephefus, Egeon, Jailor, and other
ROCEED, Salinus, to procure my fall,
And by the doom of death end
woes and all.
Duke. Merchant of Syracufe, plead no more;
I am not partial to infringe our laws :
The enmity, and difcord, which of late
Sprung from the ranc'rous outrage of your Duke,
To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen,
(Who, wanting gilders to redeem their lives,
Have feal'd his rigorous ftatutes with their bloods)
Excludes all pity from our threatning looks.
For, fince the mortal and inteftine jars
feditious countrymen and us,
It hath in folemn fynods been decreed,
Both by the Syracufans and ourselves,
T'admit no traffic to our adverfe towns.
Nay, more; if any born at Ephefus
Be feen at Syracufan marts and fairs,
Again, if any Syracufan born
Come to the bay of Ephefus, he dies: