[_Here let_ CONSCIENCE _speak within_. Judge Appius, prince, O stay, refuse; Be ruled by thy friend! What bloody death with open shame Did Tarquin gain in end? APPIUS. Whence does this pinching sound descend? CONSCIENCE. From contrite Conscience, pricked on By member of thy life, Inforced for to cry and call, And all to end our strife. APPIUS. Who art thou then? declare; be brief! CONSCIENCE. Not flesh nor filthy lust I am, But secret Conscience I, Compell’d to cry with trembling soul, At point near-hand to die. APPIUS. Why, no disease hath me approach’d, no grief doth make me grudge, But want of fair Virginia, whose beauty is my judge: By her I live, by her I die, for her I joy or woe, For her my soul doth sink or swim, for her I swear I go. CONSCIENCE. Ah gods, what wits doth reign! and yet to you unknowen, I die the death, and soul doth sink this filthy flesh hath sowen. APPIUS. I force it not; I will attempt: I stay for Claudius here; Yet will I go to meet with him, to know what news and cheer. _Here entereth_ HAPHAZARD. Haste for a hangman in hazard of hemp: Run for a ridduck, there is no such imp. Claudius is knocking with hammer and stone At Virginius’ gate, as hard as he can lay on. By the gods, my masters, Haphazard is hardy, For he will run rashly, be they never so many: Yea, he will sing sow’s snout, and snap with the best. But peace! who comes yonder, that jolly good guest? _Here enter with a song._[188] _When men will seem misdoubtfully Without an why to call and cry, And fearing with temerity its jeopardy of liberty, We wish him to take to cheer his heart Haphazard, Bold [as] blind bayard. A fig for his uncourtesy That seeks to shun good company._ MANSIPULUS. _What if case that cruelty should bustle me and jostle me,_ _And Holywand should tickle me for keeping of good company, I’ll follow, by my honesty, hap Haphazard, bold [as] blind bayard. A fig for his uncourtesy that seeks to shun good company._ _All sing this._ _When men will seem misdoubtfully Without an why to call and cry, &c._ MANSIPULA. _Never was that mistress so furious nor curious, Nor yet her blows so boisterous, nor roisterous, nor dolorous, But sure I would venture,[189] hap Haphazard, bold [as] blind bayard. A fig for his uncourtesy that seeks to shun good company._ _All sing this._ _When men will seem misdoubtfully Without an why to call and cry, &c._ HAPHAZARD. _Then wend ye on and follow me, Mansipula, Mansipula, Let croping cares be cast away, come follow me, come follow me. Subservus is a jolly lout, brace Haphazard, bold [as] blind bayard. A fig for his uncourtesy that seeks to shun good company._