Avarice. Now I will tell thee, Cruelty, by God's sacrament I have swore,
It were pity but thou were hanged before.
Cruelty. Ha, ha, ha; I had as lief they were hanged as I.
By the mass, there is one thing makes me laugh heartily, ha, ha, ha.
Avarice. I pray thee what is that?
Cruelty. What? ha, ha, ha; I cannot tell for
laughing, I would never better pastime desire,
Than to hear a dozen of them howling together in the fire;
Whose noise, as me-thinketh, I could best compare
To a cry of hounds following after the hare,