Rod. If thou lov'st me do it:
Love me, or love me not, I say thou shalt do it:
Stare not, nor stagger, Sirrah; if ye deny me,
Do you see this Rogue?
Alin. What would ye have me do Sir?
Heavens goodness bless me.
Rod. Do? why hang a Rascal,
That would hang me.
Alin. I am a boy, and weak, Sir.
Rod. Thou art strong enough to tie him to a Bough,
And turn him off: come, thou shalt be my Jewel,
And I'le allow thee horse, and all thy pleasures,
And twenty gallant things: I'le teach thee arms too;
Make thee mine heir.
Alin. Let me inherit death first.
Rod. Make me not angry, Sirrah.
Alin. Which is the man, Sir?
I'le pluck up the best heart I can yet.
Rod. Fear not,
It is my will: That in the Pilgrims coat there,
That Devil in the Saints skin.
Alin. Guard me goodness.