JUSTICE [_speaketh_]. O gorgon judge, what lawless life hast thou most wicked led! Thy soaking sin hath sunk thy soul, thy virtues all are fled. Thou chaste and undefiled life did seek for to have spotted, And thy reward is ready here, by Justice now allotted. REWARD. Thy just reward is deadly death; wherefore come, wend away: To death I straight will do thy corpse; then lust shall have his prey. Virginius, thou woful knight, come near and take thy foe. In prison [do] thou make him fast: no more let him do so. Let Claudius for tyranny be hanged on a tree. VIRGINIUS. Ah, right Reward: the gods be bless’d, this day I chance to see! _Enter_ HAPHAZARD. HAPHAZARD. Why, how now, my lord Appius, what cheer? Why, where is my reward for this gear? Why did I ride, run, and revel, And for all my jaunting now made a javel? Why--run, sir knave, call me Claudius? Then--run with a vengeance, watch Virginius: Then--ride, sirrah; is Virginia at church? Then--gallop to see where her father doth lurch. Then--up, sirrah; now what counsel? Of dame beauty what news canst thou tell? Thus in hurly burly, from pillar to post, Poor Haphazard daily was toss’d; And now with Virginius he goes sadly walking, And nothing at all will listen my talking: But shall I be so used at his hands? As lief I were near in Limbo bands. That dronel, that drousy drakenosed drivel, He never learned his manners in Siville.[221] A judge may cause a gentleman--a gentleman? nay, a jack-herring, As honest as he that carries his hose on his neck for fear of wearing. A caitiff, a cut-throat, a churl worthy blame. I will serve him no longer, the devil give him shame! Yet, by the mouse-foot, I am not content, I will have a reward, sure, else will I repent. To master Reward I straightways will go: The worst that can hap is but a no. But sure I know his honesty is such, That he will recompense me with little or much: And well this proverb cometh in my head, By ’r lady, half a loaf is better than ne’er a whit of bread. Therefore hap and be happy,[222] hap that hap may, I will put it in hazard, I[’ll] give it assay. All hail, Master Reward and righteous Justice: I beseech you let me be recompensed too, according to my service; For why all this long time I have lived in hope. REWARD. Then for thy reward, then, here is a rope. HAPHAZARD. Nay, soft, my masters: by Saint Thomas of Trunions, I am not disposed to buy of your onions. A rope? (quoth you) away with that showing! It would grieve a man having two ploughs going. Nay, stay, I pray you, and let the cat wink: It is naught in dry summer for-letting my drink.[223] JUSTICE. Let or let not, there is no remedy: hanging shall be thy reward verily.