Scene: somewhere on Illyria.

[ Enter Blake and Antonio. ]

Blake: Tis a fine piece of work, Antonio, my friend. My arm seems as new.

Antonio: Twas but care, and a little ingenuity, Blake.

Blake: I'll second that. Thou mayest lack the alien technology of
the Liberator, but i'faith, I'll not wager that Cally could have done
better. Never would I have thought to see such wonders worked with a
gallon of soma and a staple gun.

Antonio: What will you now?

Blake: I must continue my business. I must meet with Orsino. Knowest
thou the way?

Antonio: To that viper? Aye, I know that scoundrel?

Blake: Viper? Orsino, a scoundrel?

Antonio: Oh, yes.  A blackguard, most foul. A villain, a fiend.

Blake: Antonio---

Antonio: A spider in his web, a beast,

Blake: Antonio!

Antonio: A murderer, a monster, a---

Blake: ANTONIO!

Antonio: Sorry, yes?

Blake: Pray, be calm for a moment, and tell me what thou knowest.

Antonio: I know, my friend....

Blake: Yes?

Antonio: Orsino, he is....

Blake: Yes?

Antonio: A ghoul, a cancer, a blemise, a---

Blake: *I* *get* the point. *Why* do you think this?

Antonio: He works for the Federation, Blake.

Blake: Orsino? Methought him a resistence leader?

Antonio: Once, this was true. But no longer. O, my friend, approach him
not. With mine own eyes did I see him strike down two freedom fighters,
send against the Federation Consul.

Blake: Calamity! To him have I sent Jenna.

Antonio: Then she is lost. You should forget her.

Blake: I cannot. Not after Gan. I'll to her aid at once. Will you
guide me?

Antonio: It is dangerous for me. I'll show you as far as I can.

Blake:	Then let us go: I'll not forsake
	a friend in need, through my mistake.

[ Exeunt ]