Another room in the same.
I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house
of profession: one would think it were Mistress
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
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
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged.
What, ho, Barnardine!
[Within] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that
noise there? What are you?
Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so
good, sir, to rise and be put to death.
[Within] Away, you rogue, away! I am sleepy.
Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are
executed, and sleep afterwards.
Go in to him, and fetch him out.
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