A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 02
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 02
English drama
INIQUITY (_aside_). Ye be tied fair enough for running away!
If ye do not after me, ye will be hanged, I dare say;
If thou tell no tales, but hold thy tongue,
I will set thee at liberty, ere it be long,
Though thou be judged to die anon.
JUDGE (_to the jury_). Come on, sirs, I pray you, come on,
Be you all agreed in one?
QU. Yea, my lord, everychone.
[_One of them speaketh for the quest_.
JUDGE. Where Ismael was indicted[240] by twelve men
Of felony, burglary, and murder,
As the indictment declareth how, where, and when,
Ye heard it read to you lately in order:
You, with the rest, I trust all true men,
Be charged upon your oaths to give verdit directly,
Whether Ismael thereof be guilty or not guilty.
QU. Guilty, my lord, and most guilty.
[_One for the rest_.
INIQUITY. Wilt thou hang, my lord, [this] whoreson noddy?
JUDGE (_to Iniquity_). Tush, hold thy tongue, and I warrant thee[241]--
JUDGE (_to Ismael_). The Lord have mercy upon thee!
Thou shalt go to the place thou cam'st fro
Till to-morrow, nine of the clock, there to remain:
To the place of execution then shalt thou go,
There be hanged to death, and after again,
Being dead, for ensample to be hanged in a chain.
Take him away, and see it be done,
At your peril that may fall thereupon.
ISMAEL. Though I be judged to die, I require respite,
For the king's advantage some[242] things I can recite.
INIQUITY. Away with him, he will speak but of spite--
JUDGE. Well, we will hear you say what you can,
But see that ye wrongfully accuse no man.
ISMAEL. I will belie no man, but this I may say,
Here standeth he that brought me to this way:
INIQUITY. My lord, he lieth like a damned knave,
The fear of death doth make him rave--
ISMAEL. His naughty company and play at dice
Did me first to stealing entice:
He was with me at robberies, I say it to his face;
Yet can I say more in time and space.
INIQUITY. Thou hast said too much, I beshrew thy whoreson's face.
[_Aside_.
Hang him, my lord, out of the way,
The thief careth not what he doth say.
Let me be hangman, I will teach him a sleight;
For fear of talking, I will strangle him straight;
Tarry here that list, for I will go--
[_He would go_.
JUDGE. No, no, my friend, not so;
I thought always ye should not be good,
And now it will prove, I see, by the rood.
[_They take him in a halter; he fighteth with them_.
Take him, and lay him in irons strong,
We will talk with you more, ere it be long.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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