In this affair, and each defend the others, and we will kill this traitor Death, I say!
Slajd: 2
I heard you mention, just a moment gone, a certain traitor Death who singles out and kills the fine young fellows hereabout. And you're his spy, by God!
Well, sirs, if it be your design to find out Death, turn up this crooked way toward that grove...
Slajd: 3
The one who draws the longest, lucky man, shall run to town as quickly as he can to fetch us bread and wine. While two remain in hiding here to mark our heap of treasure.
Slajd: 4
Now look; when he comes back, get up in fun to have a wrestle; then, as you attack, I'll up and put my dagger through his back. While you and he are struggling, as in game; then draw your dagger too and do the same.
Slajd: 5
Thus these two murderers received their due, so did the treacherous young poisoner too.
Slajd: 6
This cursed fellow grabbed into his hand the box of poison and away he ran into a neighboring street, and found a man who lent him three large bottles. He withdrew and deftly poured poison into two. He kept the third one clean, as well he might for his own drink, meaning to work all night.