sfie you for this geare?

DEPU. I, Pedrigano.

PED. No I think not so.

HEIRO. Peace, impudent! for thou shalt finde it so;
For blood with blood shall, while I sit as iudge,
Be satisfied, and the law dischargde.
And, though my-selfe cannot receiue the like,
Yet will I see that others haue their right.
Dispatch! the fault approued and confest,
And by our law he is condemned to die.

HANG. Come on, sir! are you ready?

PED. To do what, my fine officious knaue?

HANG. To goe to this geere.

PED. O, sir, you are to forward; thou woulst faine
furnish me with a halter, to disfurnish me of my habit.
So should I goe out of this geere, my raiment, into that
geere, the rope. But, hangman, now I spy your knauery, Ile
not change without boot; thats flat.

HANG. Come, sir.

PED. So then I must vp?

HANG. No remedie.

PED. Yes, but there shalbe for my comming downe.

HANG. Indeed heers a remedie for that.

PED. How? be turnd off?

HANG. I, truly. Come, are you ready?
I pray [you], sir, dispatch, the day goes away.

PED. What, doe you hang by the howre? If you doo, I
may chance to break your olde custome.

HANG. Faith, you haue [no] reason, for I am like to break
your yong neck.

PED. Dost thou mock me, hangman? Pray God I be not
preserued to break your knaues-pate for this!

HANG. Alas, sir, you are a foot too low to reach it, and I
hope you will neuer grow so high while I am in office.

PED. Sirra, dost see yonder boy with the box in his
hand?

HANG. What, he that points to it with his finger?

PED. I, that companion.

HANG. I know him not; but what of him?

PED. Doost thou think to liue till his olde doublet will
make thee a new truss?

HANG. I, and many a faire yeere after, to trusse vp many
an honester man then either thou or he.

PED. What hath he in his boxe, as thou thinkst?

HANG. Faith, I cannot tell, nor I care not greatly.
Me thinks you should rather hearken to your soules health.

PED. Why, sirra hangman, I take it that that is good for
the body is likewise good for the soule: and it may be in
that box is balme for both.

HANG. Wel, thou art euen the meriest peece of mans
flesh that ere gronde at my office-doore.

PED. Is your roaguery become an office, with a knaues
name?

HAN