[ACT III. SCENE 5.]
[A street.]
Enter BOY with the boxe.
[BOY.] My maister hath forbidden me to look in this box, and, by my troth, tis likely, if he had not warned me, I should not haue had so much idle time; for wee [men-kinde] in our minoritie are like women in their vncertaintie; that they are most forbidden, they wil soonest attempt; so I now. By my bare honesty, heeres nothing but the bare emptie box! Were it not sin against secrecie, I would say it were a peece of gentlemanlike knauery. I must goe to Pedringano and tell him his pardon is in this boxe! Nay, I would haue sworne it, had I not seene the contrary. I cannot choose but smile to thinke how the villain wil flout the gallowes, scorne the audience, and descant on the hangman, and all presuming of his pardon from hence. Wilt not be an odde iest, for me to stand and grace euery iest he makes, pointing my figner at this boxe, as who [should] say: "Mock on, heers thy warrant!" Ist not a scuruie iest that a man should iest himselfe to death? Alas, poor Pedringano! I am in a sorte sorie for thee, but, if I should be hanged with thee, I [could not] weep.
Exit.
[ACT III. SCENE 6.]
[The court of justice.]
Enter HIERONIMO and the DEPUTIE.
HIERO. Thus must we toyle in others mens extreames That know not how to rememdie our owne, And doe them iusties, when vniustly we For all our wrongs can compa.s.se no redrese.
But shall I neuer liue to see the day That I may come by iustice to the Heauens To know the cause that may my cares allay?
This toyles my body, this consumeth age, That onley I to all men iust must be, And neither G.o.ds nor men be iust to me!
DEP. Worthy Hieronimo, your office askes A care to punish such as doe transgresse.
HIERO. So ist my duety to regarde his death Who when he liued deserued my dearest blood.
But come; for that we came for, lets begin; For heere lyes that which bids me to be gone.
Enter OFFICERS, BOY, & PEDRINGANO with a letter in his hand, bound.
DEPU. Bring forth the prisoner for the court is set.
PED. Gramercy, boy! but it was time to come, For I had written to my lord anew A neerer matter that concerneth him, For feare his lordship had forgotten me; But, sith he hath rememberd me so well, Come, come, come on! when shall we to this geere?
HIERO. Stand forth, thou monster, murderer of men, And heere, for satisfaction of the world, Confesse thy folly and repent thy fault, For ther"s thy place of execution.
PED. This is short worke! Well, to your martiallship First I confesse, nor feare I death therefore, I am the man,--twas I slew Serberine.
But, sir, then you think this shalbe the place Where we shall satisfie 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 G.o.d 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.