ACT IV SCENE I.--A Street Jetter, Carpenter Jetter. Hist! neighbour,--a word! Carpenter. Go your way and be quiet. Jetter. Only one word. Is there nothing new? Carpenter. Nothing, except that we are anew forbidden to speak. Jetter. How? Carpenter. Step here, close to this house. Take heed! Immediately on his arrival, the Duke of Alva published a decree, by which two or three, found conversing together in the streets, are without trial, declared guilty of high treason. Jetter. Alas! Carpenter. To speak of state affairs is prohibited on pain of perpetual imprisonment. Jetter. Alas for our liberty! Carpenter. And no one, on pain of death, shall censure the measures of government. Jetter. Alas, for our heads! Carpenter. And fathers, Mothers, children, kindred, friends, and servants, are invited, by the promise of large rewards, to disclose what passes in the privacy of our homes, before an expressly appointed tribunal. Jetter. Let us go home. Carpenter. And the obedient are promised that they shall suffer no injury, either in person or estate. Jetter. How gracious!---I felt ill at ease the moment the duke entered the town. Since then, it has seemed to me, as though the heavens were covered with black crape, which hangs so low, that one must stoop down to avoid knocking one's head against it. Carpenter. And how do you like his soldiers? They are a different sort of crabs from those we have been used to. Jetter. Faugh! It gives one the cramp at one's heart to see such a troop march down the street. As straight as tapers, with fixed look, only one step, however many there may be; and when they stand sentinel, and you pass one of them, it seems as though he would look you through and