John. Do not fear,
Let the great devil come, he shall come through me:
Lost here, and we about ye?
Fred. Fall before us?
Const. O my unfortunate estate, all angers
Compar'd to his, to his—
Fred. Let his, and all mens,
Whilst we have power and life—stand up for heaven sake.
Con. I have offended heaven too; yet heaven knows—
John. We are all evil:
Yet Heaven forbid we should have our deserts.
What is he?
Con. Too too near to my offence Sir;
O he will cut me piece-meal.
Fred. 'Tis no Treason?
John. Let it be what it will, if he cut here,
I'le find him cut-work.
Fred. He must buy you dear,
With more than common lives.