Than live to be hanged for cutting a purse.
[As Nightingale sings, Edgworth gets up to Cokes, and tickles him in the ear with a straw twice to draw his hand out of his pocket.
Winw. Will you see sport? look, there’s a fellow gathers up to him, mark.
Quar. Good, i’faith! O he has lighted on the wrong pocket.
Winw. He has it! ’fore God, he is a brave fellow: pity he should be detected.
Night. But O, you vile nation of cut-purses all,
Relent and repent, and amend and be sound,
And know that you ought not, by honest men’s fall,
Advance your own fortunes, to die above ground;