2064Frail. Oh here they come, here they come!

2065Pye. Now must I close secretly with the Souldier,

2066prevent his impatience, or else all's discovered.

2067Wid. O lamentable seeing, these were those Brothers,

2068that fought and bled before our door.

2069Sir Godf. What they were not, Sister?

2070Skirm. George, look to't, I'le peach at Tiburn else.

2071Pye. Mum,---Gentles all, vouchsafe me audience, and

2072you especially Master Sheriff:

2073Yon man is bound to execution,

2074Because he wounded this that now lies coffin'd?

2075Sher. True, true, he shall have the law,---and I know

2076the law.

2077Pye. But under favour, Master Sheriff, if this man had

2078been cured and safe agen, he should have been releas'd

2079then?

2080Sher. Why, make you question of that, Sir?

2081Pye. Then I release him freely, and will take upon me

2082the death that he should die, if within a little season, I do

2083not cure him to his proper health again.

2084Sher. How sir? recover a dead man?

2086Frank. Sweet sir, I love you dearly, and could wish

2087my best part yours,--oh do not undertake such an impos-

2088sible venture.

2089Pye. Love you me; then for your sweet sake I'le do't:

2090Let me entreat the corps to be set down.

2091Sher. Bearers set down the Coffin,---this is wonderfull,

2092and worthy Stoes Chronicle.

2093Pye. I pray bestow the freedome of the aire upon our

2094wholsome Art,---Masse his cheeks begin to receive natu-

2095ral warmth: nay good Corporal wake betime, or I shall

2096have a longer sleep then you,--'Sfoot if he should prove

2097dead indeed now, he were fully reveng'd upon me for

2098making a property on him, yet I had rather run upon

2099the Ropes, then have the Rope like a Tetter run upon me,

2100oh---he stirs---he stirs agen---look Gentlemen, he reco-

2101vers, he starts, he rises.

2102Sher. Oh, oh, defend us---out alas.

2103Pye. Nay pray be still; you'll make him more giddy

2104else,--he knows no body yet.

2105Cor. Zowns: where am I? cover'd with snow? I marvail?

2106Pye. Nay, I knew he would swear the first thing he

2107did, as soon as he came to life again.

2108Corp. 'Sfoot Hostesse---some hot porridge,---oh, oh,

2109lay on a dozen of Fagots in the Moon Parler, there.

2110Pye. Lady, you must needs take a little pitty of him

2111ifaith, and send him into your Kitchin fire.

2112Wid. Oh, with all my heart sir, Nicholas and Frail-

2113ty, help to bear him in.

2114Nic. Bear him in, quatha, pray call out the Maids, I

2115shall nere have the heart to do't indeed la.

2116Frail. Nor I neither, I cannot abide to handle a Ghost

2117of all men.

2118Cor. 'Sloud, let me see, where was I drunk last night, hah-->

2119Wid. Oh, shall I bid you once agen take him away.

2120Frai. Why, we're as fearfull as you I warrant you--oh--

2121Wid. Away villains, bid the maids make him a Caw-

2122dle presently to settle his brain--or a posset of Sack,

2124Sher. Sir, what so ere you are, I do more then admire

2125you.

2126Wid. O I, if you knew all, Master Sheriff, as you shall

2127do, you would say then, that here were two of the rarest

2128men within the walls of Christendome.

2129Sher. Two of 'em, O wonderfull: Officers I discharge

2130you, set him free, all's in tune.

2131Sir God. I, and a banquet ready by this time, Master

2132Sheriffe, to which I most cheerfully invite you, and your

2133late prisoner there: see you this goodly Chain, sir, mum,

2134no more words, 'twas lost and is found again; come, my

2135inestimable Bullies, we'll talk of your noble Acts in

2136sparkling Charnico, and instead of a Jester, we'll ha the

2137Ghost ith' white sheet sit at upper end oth' Table.

2140My foolish vow thus I casheere to aire

2141Which first begot it,--now love play thy part;

2142The Schollar reads his lecture in my heart.