HANG. Aye, and many a fair year after, to truss up many
an honester man then either thou or he.
PED. What hath he in his box, as thou thinkst?
HANG. Faith, I cannot tell, nor I care not greatly.
Me thinks you should rather hearken to your soul's health.
PED. Why, sirrah hangman, I take it that that is good for the body is likewise good for the soul: and it may be in that box is balm for both.
HANG. Well, thou art even the merriest piece of man's
flesh that e'er groaned at my office-door.
PED. Is your roguery become an office, with a knave's
name?
HANG. Aye, and that shall all they witness that see you seal
it with a thief's name.
PED. I prithee, request this good company to pray for
me.
HANG. Aye, marry, sir, this is a good motion! My masters,
you see here's a good fellow.
PED. Nay, nay, now I remember me, let them alone till
some other time; for now I have no great need.