send you to gaol. Ho there! lay hold of him and take him off; I'll make
him sleep there to-night without air."
"By God," said the young man, "your worship will make me sleep in gaol
just as soon as make me king."
"Why shan't I make thee sleep in gaol?" said Sancho. "Have I not the
power to arrest thee and release thee whenever I like?"
"All the power your worship has," said the young man, "won't be able to
make me sleep in gaol."
"How? not able!" said Sancho; "take him away at once where he'll see his
mistake with his own eyes, even if the gaoler is willing to exert his
interested generosity on his behalf; for I'll lay a penalty of two
thousand ducats on him if he allows him to stir a step from the prison."
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