Footpad. Well, good people—if I may be bold to call you so—this Pulpit was not of my chusing. I shall shortly preach mortality to you without speaking, therefore pray take example by me, and then I know what will become of ye. I will be, I say, your memento mori, hoping you will all follow me.
1st Fellow. O he speaks rarely.
2d Fellow. Aye, does Latin it.
Footpad. I have been too covetous, and at last taken for it, and am very sorry for it. I have been a great sinner, and condemned for it, which grieves me not a little, that I made not my escape, and so I heartily repent it, and so I die with this true confession.
1st Woman (weeping). Mercy on him, for a better man was never hanged.
2d Woman. So true and hearty repentance, and so pious.
2d Fellow. Help him up higher on the ladder. Now you are above us all.
Footpad. Truly I desire you were all equal with me; I have no pride in this world.
1st Fellow. Will you not sing, Sir, before you are hanged?
Footpad. No, I thank you; I am not so merrily disposed.