Cook. These are the youths you look for,
And, pray my honest friends, be not so hasty,
There will be nothing done till we come, I assure you.
3 Boy. Here's a wise hanging; are there no more?
Butl. Do you hear, Sir? you may come in for your share
if you please.
Cook. My friend, if you be unprovided of a hanging,
You look like a good fellow, I can afford you
A reasonable penny-worth.
2 Boy. Afore, afore, Boys, here's enough to make us sport.
Yeom. 'Pox take you,
Do you call this sport? are these your recreations?
Must we be hang'd to make you mirth?
Cook. Do you hear?
You Custard Pate, we go to't for high Treason,
An honourable fault: thy foolish Father
Was hang'd for stealing Sheep.
Boys. Away, away, Boys.
Cook. Do you see how that sneaking Rogue looks now?
You, Chip, Pantler, you peaking Rogue, that provided us
these Necklaces; you poor Rogue, you costive Rogue, you.
Pant. Pray, pray, fellows.