HANG. Aye, truly. Come, are you ready?
I pray you, sir, dispatch, the day goes away.
PED. What, do you hang by the hour? If you do, I
may chance to break your old custom.
HANG. Faith, you have no reason, for I am like to break
your young neck.
PED. Dost thou mock me, hangman? Pray God I be not
preserved to break your knaves-pate for this!
HANG. Alas, sir, you are a foot too low to reach it, and I
hope you will never grow so high while I am in office.
PED. Sirrah, dost see yonder boy with the box in his
hand?
HANG. What, he that points to it with his finger?
PED. Aye, that companion.
HANG. I know him not; but what of him?
PED. Dost thou think to live till his old doublet will
make thee a new truss?