Pike. Could I shake those Chaines off I would cutt Capers: poore Dick Pike would dance though Death pip'd to him; yes, and spitt in your Hangman's face.
Jay. Not too much of that nayther: some 2 dayes hence he will give you a choake peare[39] will spoyle your spitting.
Pike. Pheu!
Jay. For, let me see, to-day is Sunday; to-morrow the Lords sitt, and then I must have a care—a cruell care—to have your leggs handsome and a new cleane ruff band about your necke, of old rusty iron; 'twill purge your choller.
Pike. I, I, let it, let it: Collers, halters, & hangmen are to me bracelets and frendly companions.
[Knocking-within.
Jay. So hasty? stay my leasure.—(Enter 2 fryers) Two fryers come to prepare you. [Exit.
I. Hayle, Countryman! for we, though fryers in Spaine,
Were born in Ireland.
Pike. Reverend sir, y'are welcome: Too few such visitants, nay none at all, Have I seen in this damnable Limbo.
2. Brother, take heed; doe not misuse that word Of Limbo.[40]