Gripe. Well said, courage.
Brass. Blood and thunder, give it me, or——
Gripe. Come, hush, be wise, and I'll make no noise of this affair.
Brass. You'll make no noise! But I'll make a noise; and a damn'd noise too. O, don't think to——
Gripe. I tell thee I will not hang thee.
Brass. But I tell you I will hang you, if you don't give me my necklace, I will, rot me.
Gripe. Speak softly, be wise; how came it thine? who gave it thee?
Brass. A gentleman, a friend of mine.
Gripe. What's his name?
Brass. His name!—--I'm in such a passion I have forgot it.