Exeunt.
[ IV. 3 Scene III.] Another room in the same.
Enter Pompey.
Pom. I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house of profession: one would think it were Mistress Overdone’s own house, for here be many of her old customers. First, here’s young Master Rash; he’s in for a commodity 5 of brown [paper] and old ginger, nine-score and seventeen pounds; of which he made five marks, ready money: marry, then ginger was not much in request, for the old women were all dead. Then is there here one Master Caper, at the suit of Master Three-pile the mercer, for some four 10 suits of peach-coloured satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young [Dizy], and young Master Deep-vow, and Master Copper-spur, and Master Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young Drop-heir that killed lusty Pudding, and Master [Forthlight] the 15 tilter, and brave Master [Shooty] the great traveller, and wild Half-can that stabbed Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and [are now] ‘for the Lord’s sake.’
Enter Abhorson.
Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
20 Pom. Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged, Master Barnardine!
Abhor. What, ho, Barnardine!
Bar. [Within] A pox o’ your throats! Who makes that noise there? What are you?
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25 Pom. Your [friends], sir; the hangman. You must be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death.