Dost thou think to live, till his old doublet will make thee a new truss?
Hangman.
Ay, and many a fair year after, to truss up many an honester man than either thou or he.
Pedringano.
What hath he in his box, as thou thinkest?
Hangman.
'Faith, I cannot tell, nor I care not greatly;
Methinks, you should rather hearken to your soul's health.
Pedringano.
Why, sirrah hangman, I take it, that that is good for the body, is likewise good for the soul: and it may be, in that box is balm for both.