But no one would listen, and the citizens dispersed to their own houses by the light of the dawn, which began now to streak the horizon.
They were scarce gone ere the door of the glover's house opened, and seizing the smith by the hand, the old man pulled him in.
"Where is the prisoner ?" demanded the armourer.
"He is gone--escaped--fled--what do I know of him ?" said the glover.

"He got out at the back door, and so through the little garden.

Think not of him, but come and see the Valentine whose honour and life you have saved this morning." "Let me but sheathe my weapon," said the smith, "let me but wash my hands." "There is not an instant to lose, she is up and almost dressed.

Come on, man.

She shall see thee with thy good weapon in thy hand, and with villain's blood on thy fingers, that she may know what is the value of a true man's service.