Hangman.
Come on, sir; are you ready?
Pedringano.
To do what, my fine officious knave?
Hangman.
To go to this gear.
Pedringano.
O sir, you are too forward; thou wouldst fain
Furnish me with a halter, to disfurnish
Me of my habit. So I should go out
Of this gear, my raiment, into that gear, the rope:
But, hangman, now I spy your knavery;
I'll not change without boot, that's flat.
Hangman.
Come, sir.