[Overdo is brought forward.
Re-enter TROUBLEALL.
Tro. If you have justice Overdo’s warrant, ’tis well; you are safe: that is the warrant of warrants. I’ll not give this button for any man’s warrant else.
Bri. Like enough, sir; but let me tell you, an you play away your buttons thus, you will want them ere night, for any store I see about you; you might keep them, and save pins, I wuss.
[Exit Troubleall.
Over. What should he be, that doth so esteem and advance my warrant? he seems a sober and discreet person: It is a comfort to a good conscience to be followed with a good fame in his sufferings. The world will have a pretty taste by this, how I can bear adversity; and it will beget a kind of reverence towards me hereafter, even from mine enemies, when they shall see, I carry my calamity nobly, and that it doth neither break me, nor bend me. [Aside.
Hag. Come, sir, here’s a place for you to preach in. Will you put in your leg?
Over. That I will, cheerfully.
[They put him in the stocks.
Bri. O’ my conscience, a seminary! he kisses the stocks.