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Pope, Alexander, 1688-1744

"A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2"


INIQUITY. Wilt thou hang, my lord, [this] whoreson noddy?
JUDGE (_to Iniquity_). Tush, hold thy tongue, and I warrant thee[241]--
JUDGE (_to Ismael_). The Lord have mercy upon thee!
Thou shalt go to the place thou cam'st fro
Till to-morrow, nine of the clock, there to remain:
To the place of execution then shalt thou go,
There be hanged to death, and after again,
Being dead, for ensample to be hanged in a chain.
Take him away, and see it be done,
At your peril that may fall thereupon.
ISMAEL. Though I be judged to die, I require respite,
For the king's advantage some[242] things I can recite.
INIQUITY. Away with him, he will speak but of spite--
JUDGE. Well, we will hear you say what you can,
But see that ye wrongfully accuse no man.
ISMAEL. I will belie no man, but this I may say,
Here standeth he that brought me to this way:
INIQUITY. My lord, he lieth like a damned knave,
The fear of death doth make him rave--
ISMAEL. His naughty company and play at dice
Did me first to stealing entice:
He was with me at robberies, I say it to his face;
Yet can I say more in time and space.
INIQUITY. Thou hast said too much, I beshrew thy whoreson's face.
[_Aside_.
Hang him, my lord, out of the way,
The thief careth not what he doth say.
Let me be hangman, I will teach him a sleight;
For fear of talking, I will strangle him straight;
Tarry here that list, for I will go--
[_He would go_.


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