Men. A pestilent fool; when wilt thou marry, Tony?
Ton. When I mean to be hang'd, & 'tis the surer contract.
Cle. What think you of this Marriage of Valerio's?
Tony. They have given him a hot Custard, and mean to burn his mouth with it; had I known he had been given to dye honourably, I would have helpt him to a Wench, a rare one, should have kill'd him in three weeks, and sav'd the sentence.
Cam. There be them would have spared ten days of that too.
Tony. It may be so, you have Women of all Vertues:
There be some Guns that I could bring him too,
Some mortar-pieces that are plac'd i'th' Suburbs,
Would tear him into quarters in two hours,
There be also of the race of the old Cockatrices,
That would dispatch him with once looking on him.
Men. What Month wouldst thou chuse, Tony, if thou hadst the like Fortune?
Tony. I would chuse a mull'd sack-month, to comfort my Belly, for sure my Back would ake for't, and at the months end I would be most dismally drunk, & scorn the gallows.
Me. I would chuse March, for I would come in like a Lion.
To. But you'd go out like a Lamb when you went to hanging.