Hanging, quoth you? it is the last end of my thought.
Fie for shame, fie—stay, by my father’s soul,
Why, this is like to Tom Turner’s dole:
Hang one man and save all the rest!
Take part one with another: plain dealing is best.
Reward. This is our dealing; thus deal we with thee.
Take him hence, Virginius; go, truss him to a tree.
Haphazard. Shall ye,[226] in a rope’s name? whither away with me?
Virginius. Come, wend thou in haste thy death for to take,
To the hangman I will lead thee, a quick despatch to make.