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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