2 Out-l. 'Tis ten to one he will shoot him: for the Devil's in him
If he hang him himself.
Lop. He has too proud a nature:
He will compel some one.
Jaq. I am confident.
Lop. And so are all I think.
Ped. Be not molested,
If I must die, let it not trouble you;
It stirs not me: it is the end I was born for.
Only this honest office I desire ye,
(If there be courtesie in men of your breed)
To see me buried; not to let his fury
Expose my body to the open violence
Of beasts, and fowls: so far I urge humanity.
Enter Roderigo, Alinda.
Jaq. He shall not deny us that: we'l see ye under ground,
And give ye a volly of as good cups of Sack,
For that's our Discipline.
Lop. He comes again,
As high in rage as ever; the boy with him.
1 Out-l. Will he compel the child?
Lop. He is bent to do it,
And must have some body.