The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [853]
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SCENE III. The prison
Enter POMPEY
POMPEY.
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, nine score 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 Threepile the mercer, for some four
suits of peach-colour'd satin, which now peaches him a beggar.
Then have we here young Dizy, and young Master Deepvow, and
Master Copperspur, and Master Starvelackey, the rapier and dagger
man, and young Dropheir that kill'd lusty Pudding, and Master
Forthlight the tilter, and brave Master Shootie the great
traveller, and wild Halfcan that stabb'd Pots, and, I think,
forty more- all great doers in our trade, and are now 'for the
Lord's sake.'
Enter ABHORSON
ABHORSON.
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
POMPEY.
Master Barnardine! You must rise and be hang'd, Master Barnardine!
ABHORSON.
What ho, Barnardine!
BARNARDINE.
[Within] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that noise
there? What are you?
POMPEY.
Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so good,
sir,
to rise and be put to death.
BARNARDINE.
[Within ] Away, you rogue, away; I am sleepy.
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.
Enter BARNARDINE
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.
Enter DUKE, disguised as before
ABHORSON.
Look you, sir, here comes your ghostly father.
Do we jest now, think you?
DUKE.
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