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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 of brown paper and old ginger,
ninescore 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 suits of
peach-coloured satin, which now peaches him a
beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young
Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master
Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young
Drop-heir that killed lusty Pudding, and Master
Forthlight the 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.'
ABHORSON:
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
POMPEY:
Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged.
Master Barnardine!
ABHORSON:
What, ho, Barnardine!
BARNARDINE:
POMPEY:
Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so
good, sir, to rise and be put to death.
BARNARDINE:
ABHORSON:
Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
POMPEY:
Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are
executed, and sleep afterwards.
ABHORSON:
Go in to him, and fetch him out.
POMPEY:
He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.
ABHORSON:
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
POMPEY:
Very ready, sir.
BARNARDINE:
How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?
ABHORSON:
Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your
prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.
BARNARDINE:
You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not
fitted for 't.
POMPEY:
O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night,
and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the
sounder all the next day.
ABHORSON:
Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do
we jest now, think you?
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily
you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort
you and pray with you.
BARNARDINE:
Friar, not I I have been drinking hard all night,
and I will have more time to prepare me, or they
shall beat out my brains with billets: I will not
consent to die this day, that's certain.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
O, sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you
Look forward on the journey you shall go.
BARNARDINE:
I swear I will not die to-day for any man's
persuasion.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
But hear you.
BARNARDINE: