Enter the Duke of Ephesus, Ægeon, Jailor, and other
ROCEED, Salinus, to procure my fall,
And by the doom of death end woes and all.
Duke. Merchant of Syracuse, 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 statutes with their bloods)
Excludes all pity from our threatning looks.
For, fince the mortal and intestine jars
Twixt thy feditious countrymen and us,
It hath in folemn fynods been decreed,
Both by the Syracufans and ourselves,
T'admit no traffic to our adverse towns.
Nay, more; if any born at Ephesus
Be seen at Syracufan marts and fairs,
Again, if any Syracufan born
Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies:
VOL. IV.