Now am I growing into a doubtful agony, What I were best to do--to run away with this chain, Or deliver it, and follow my master? If I deliver it, and follow my master, I shall have thanks; But they will make me never the fatter: If I run away with it, I may live upon credit, All the while I wear this chain; Or domineer with the money when I have sold it. Hitherto all goes well; but, if I be taken-- Ay, marry, sir, then the case is alter'd; ay, and halter'd too: Of all things, I do not love to preach With a halter about my neck: Therefore for this once I'll be honest against my will; Perseda shall have it: but, before I go, I'll be so bold As to dive into the gentleman's pocket for good luck sake, If he deny me not. How say you, sir? are you content?-- A plain case: _Qui tacet consitiri[408] videtur._ [_Robs_ FERDINANDO. _Enter_ PHILIPPO _and_ JULIO [_behind_]. See where his body lies. PHILIPPO. Ay, ay; I see his body all too soon: What barb'rous villain is't that rifles him? Ah, Ferdinando! the stay of my old age And chief remainder of our progeny. Ah, loving cousin! how art thou misdone By false Erastus? ah no, by treachery; For well thy valour hath been often tried. But whilst I stand and weep, and spend the time In fruitless plaints, the murd'rer will escape Without revenge, sole salve for such a sore-- Say, villain, wherefore didst thou rifle him? PISTON. 'Faith, sir, for pure good-will. Seeing he was going towards heaven, I thought to see if he had a passport to Saint Nicholas, or no. PHILIPPO. Some sot he seems to be, 'twere pity to hurt him. [_Aside._ Sirrah, canst thou tell who slew this man? PISTON. Ay, sir, very well; it was my master Erastus. PHILIPPO. Thy master? and whither is he gone now? PISTON. To fetch the sexton to bury him, I think. PHILIPPO. 'Twere pity to imprison such a sot. PISTON. Now it fits my wisdom to counterfeit the fool. [_Aside._ PHILIPPO. Come hither, sirrah; thou knowest me For the governor of the city, dost thou not? PISTON. Ay, forsooth, sir. PHILIPPO. Thou art a bondman, and wouldst fain be free? PISTON. Ay, forsooth, sir. PHILIPPO.