New. I will salt thee, and hang thee in the shrouds.
Lu. Thou art the enhancer of my renown.
New. Thou art Hance, the hangman of Calais town.
Lu. To thee be honour alone.
New. To thee shall come our hobbling Jone.
Lu. Amen.
New. Amen.
Lu. Now farewell, my boy, farewell heartily,
Is there never a knave here will keep the Devil company?
New. Farewell, godfather, for thou must go alone: