Pilia. I did.
Bell. And what think'st thou? will he come?
Pilia. I think so, but yet I cannot tell; for at the reading of the letter he look'd like a man of another world.
Bell. Why so?
Pilia. That such a base slave as he should be saluted by such a tall man as I am, from such a beautiful dame as you.12
Bell. And what said he?
Pilia. Not a wise word, only gave me a nod, as who should say, "Is it even so;" and so I left him, being driven to a non-plus at the critical aspect of my terrible countenance.
Bell. And where didst meet him?
Pilia. Upon mine own freehold, within forty feet of the gallows, conning his neck-verse, [118] I take it, looking of a friar's execution, whom I saluted with an old hempen proverb, Hodie tibi, cras mihi, and so I left him to the mercy of the hangman: but the exercise [119] being done, see where he comes.24