Nobs. Why, how now, Captain Miller, I perceive
You take no care which way the world goes?
T. M. I' faith, Nobs, I have made a bonfire here
Of a great many of bonds and indentures,
And obligations; faith, I have been amongst
The ends of the court, and among the records;
And all that I saw either in the Guild-Hall
Or in any other place, I have set fire on them.
But where hast thou been?
Nobs. I have been
With our captains, Straw and Tyler, at Saint John's
In Smithfield; but, sirrah, I can tell you news!
Captain Carter is gone home, and all our Essexmen,
And I fear we shall all be hanged. Therefore,
Look you to yourself, for I will look to myself.
[Exit.
T. M. Well, if we shall be hanged, it is but a folly to be sorry,
But go to it with a good stomach.
Riddle me a riddle, what's this,
I shall be hanged, I shall not be hanged.
[Here he tries it with a staff.[447]
Enter Lady-Mother and Gentleman-Usher, unseen by Miller.
Queen. What doth that fellow?
Usher. It seemeth, madam, he disputeth with himself
Whether he shall be hanged or no.
Queen. Alas, poor soul! simple enough, God wot!
And yet not so simple as a great many of his company.