4 Po. Nor. I.
Scar. Nothing.
All. Nothing, nothing.
Scar. Nothing, nothing; you lying Rogues, then there's something for you. [Beats 'em all off.
Enter Harlequin in a Cloak, laughing.
Har. So now I am Victual'd, I may hold out Siege against Hunger. [A Noise within; this way, this way.
Ha! they are hunting after me, and will kill me. Let me see, I will take this Gibbet for my Preserver, and with this long Cloak make as if I were hang'd. Now when they find a Man hang'd, not knowing me in this Disguise, they'll look no farther after me, but think the Thief's hang'd.——I hear 'em coming. [Throws himself off the Ladder.
Enter Scaramouche.
Scar. Ha! what's here, a Man hang'd? But what Paper is this in his Hand?
[Whil'st Scaramouche reads, Harlequin puts the Rope over him.