Hangman. Come, are you ready?
Footpad. Yes, I have been preparing for you these many years.
1st Woman. Mercy on him, and save his better part.
2d Woman. You see what we must all come to.
(horn blows a reprieve.)
Officer. A reprieve! how came that?
Post. My Lady Haughty procured it.
Footpad. I will always say, while I live, that her Ladyship is a civil person.
1st Fellow. Pish, what must he not be hanged now?
2d Fellow. What, did we come all this way for this?