Judas. What say ye? shall we hang in this vein? Hang we must,
And ’tis as good to dispatch it merrily,
As pull an arse like dogs to’t.

1 Sold. Any way,
So it be handsome.

3 Sold. I had as lieve ’twere toothsome too:
But all agree, and I’ll not [stick] out, boys.

4 Sold. Let us hang pleasantly.

Judas. Then pleasantly be it:
Captain, the truth is,
We had as lieve hang with meat in our mouths,
As ask your pardon empty.

Bond. These are brave hungers.—
What say you to a leg of beef now, sirrah?

Judas. Bring me acquainted with it, and I’ll tell ye.

Bond. Torment ’em, wenches (I must back), then hang ’em.

[Exit.

Judas. We humbly thank your grace!

1 Daugh. The rogues laugh at us.

2 Daugh. Sirrah, what think you of a wench now?

Judas. A wench, lady?
I do beseech your ladyship, retire;
I’ll tell you presently: You see the time’s short;
One crash, even to the settling of my conscience.

Nen. Why, is’t no more but up, boys?

Judas. Yes, ride too, captain;
Will you but see my seat?

1 Daugh. Ye shall be set, sir,
Upon a jade shall shake ye.

Judas. Sheets, good madam,
Will do it ten times better.

1 Daugh. Whips, good soldier,
Which you shall taste before you hang, to mortify you; ’Tis pity you should die thus desperate.

2 Daugh. These are the merry Romans, the brave madcaps: ’Tis ten to one we’ll cool your resolutions.
Bring out the whips.

Judas. ’Would your good ladyships
Would exercise ’em too!

4 Sold. Surely, ladies,
We’ll show you a strange patience.

Nen. Hang ’em, rascals!
They’ll talk thus on the wheel.

Enter Caratach.

Car. Now, what’s the matter?
What are these fellows? what’s the crime committed,
That they wear necklaces?

Nen. They are Roman rogues,
Taken a-foraging.

Car. Is that all, Nennius?

Judas. ’Would I were fairly hang’d! This is the devil,
The kill-cow Caratach.