LIFTER.
[Aside.] Done, Master Shreeve; and there it is.
MORE.
[Aside.] Then build upon my word. I’ll save thy life.
RECORDER.
Lifter, stand to the bar:
The jury have returned the guilty; thou must die,
According to the custom.—Look to it, Master Shreeve.
LORD MAYOR.
Then, gentlemen, as you are wont to do,
Because as yet we have no burial place,
What charity your meaning’s to bestow
Toward burial of the prisoners now condemned,
Let it be given. There is first for me.
RECORDER.
And there for me.
ANOTHER.
And me.
SURESBY.
Body of me, my purse is gone!
MORE.
Gone, sir! what, here! how can that be?
LORD MAYOR.
Against all reason, sitting on the bench.
SURESBY.
Lifter, I talked with you; you have not lifted me? ha!