HAPHAZARD. Is there nothing but hanging to my lot doth fall? Then take you my reward; much good do it you withal. I am not so hasty, although I be claiming, But that I can afford you the most of my gaining. I will set, let, grant, yield, permit and promise All the revenues to you of my service. I am friendly, I am kindly, I proffer you fair: You shall be my full executor and heir. REWARD. Nay, make you ready first to die, by the rood, Then we will dispose it, as we think good: Then those that with you to this did consent, The like reward shall cause them repent. JUSTICE. Nay, stay a while, Virginius is coming. Nay, soft, Haphazard, you are not so cunning, Thus to escape without punishment. [HAPHAZARD _presses to go forth, but is forced to stay_.][224] REWARD. No, certes, it is not so expedient. _Here entereth_ VIRGINIUS. O noble Justice, duty done, behold I come again, To show you that Appius he himself hath lewdly slain. As soon as he in prison was enclosed out of sight, He desperate for bloody deed did sle himself outright; And Claudius doth mercy crave, who did the deed for fear. Vouchsafe, O judge, to save his life, though country he forbear. JUSTICE. We grant him grace at thy request, but banish him the land. And see that death be done outright on him that here doth stand. HAPHAZARD. Nay, Master Virginius, [_Take him by the hand._[225]] I crave not for service the thing worth ought: Hanging, quoth you? it is the last end of my thought. Fie for shame, fie--stay, by my father’s soul, Why, this is like to Tom Turner’s dole: Hang one man and save all the rest! Take part one with another: plain dealing is best. REWARD. This is our dealing; thus deal we with thee. Take him hence, Virginius; go, truss him to a tree. HAPHAZARD. Shall ye,[226] in a rope’s name? whither away with me? VIRGINIUS. Come, wend thou in haste thy death for to take, To the hangman I will lead thee, a quick despatch to make. HAPHAZARD. Must I needs hang? by the gods, it doth spite me To think how crabbedly this silk lace will bite me. Then come, cousin Cutpurse, come, run, haste and follow me: Haphazard must hang; come, follow the livery. [_Exit_. JUSTICE.. Well, wend we now: the final end of fleshly lust we see. REWARD. Content: Reward is ready bent with Justice to agree. _Here entereth_ FAME [_with_ DOCTRINA _and_ MEMORY _bearing a tomb, also_ VIRGINIUS].[227] O stay, you noble Justice, stay! Reward, do make no haste. We ladies three have brought the corse, in earth that must be placed. We have brought back Virginius the funeral to see. I grant him that the learned pen shall have the aid of me, To write in learned verse the honour of her name.