PEDRINGANO

Signior. Hath your Lordship any service to command me? What ere it be your Lordship shall demand, My bounden duty bids me tell the truth. If case it lie in me to tell the truth. Alas my Lord, since Done Andreas death, I have no credit with her as before, And therefore know not if she love or no. O stay my Lord. If Madame Bel-imperia be in love. Oh stay my Lord, she loves Horatio. Even him my Lord. She sent him letters which my self perused, Full fraught with lines and arguments of love, Preferring him before Prince Balthazar. I swear to both by him that made us all. What I have said is true, and shall for me, Be still concealed from Bel-imperia. Beside your Honours liberality, Deserves my duteous service, even till death. I will my Lord. In steed of watching isle deserve more gold. By fetching Done Lorenzo to this match. Now Hieronimo. I know not, heers my Lord. He asks for my Lady Bel-imperia. My Lord, I see it, and suspect it too. My Lord, he could not, it so lately done, And since he hath not lest my company. But how shall Serberine be there my Lord? It shall be done my L. it shall be done, And isle go arm my self to meet him there. Here comes the bird that I must cease upon, Now Pedringano or never play the man. For this Serberine, and thou shalt ha'te. So, there he lies, my promise is performed. Now by the sorrows of the souls in hell, Who first lays hand on me, isle be his Priest, Why, because he walked abroad so late. Hieronimo, carry me before whom you will, What ere he be isle answer him and you, And do your worst, for I defy you all. Gramercy boy, but it was time to come, For I had written to my Lord anew, A nearer matter that concerns him, For fear his Lordship had forgotten me: But sith he hath remembered me so well, Come, come, come on, when shall we to this gear. This is short work, well, to your Marshallship First I confess, nor fear I death therefore, I am the man, it I slew Serberine. But sir, then you think this shall be the place, Where we shall satisfy you for this gear? Now I think not so. To do what, my fine officious knave? So then I must up. Yes, but there shall be for my coming down. How? be turned off. What do you hang by the hour, if you do, I may chance to break your old custom. Dost thou mock me hangman, pray God I be not preserved to break your knaves pate for this. Sirrah, dost see yonder boy with to e box in his hand? I that companion. Dost thou think to live till his old doublet will make thee a new truss? What hath he in his box as thou thinkest? Why sirrah Hangman? I take it, that that is good for the body, is likewise good for the soul: and it may be, in that box is balm for both. Is your roaguery become and office with a knaves name? I prithee request this good company to pray with me. Nay, nay, now I remember me, let them alone till some other time, for now I have no great needs. Nay soft, no hast. Why I. Why Rascal by my pardon from the King. Oh sir, you are to forward, thou wouldst feign furnish me with a halter, to disfurnish me of my habit. So I should go out of this gear my raiment, into that gear the rope. But Hangman, now I spy your knavery, isle not change with out boot, thats fl to.