This is short work: well, to your marshalship First I confess, nor fear I death therefore, I am the man, 'twas I slew Serberine. But, sir, then you think this shall be the place, Where we shall satisfy you for this gear? DEPUTY. Ay, Pedringano. PEDRINGANO. Now[177] I think not so! HIERONIMO. Peace, impudent; for thou shalt find it so: For blood with blood shall (while I sit as judge) Be satisfied, and the law discharg'd. And though myself cannot receive the like, Yet will I see that others have their right. Despatch, the fault's approved and confess'd; And by our law he is condemn'd to die. _Enter_ HANGMAN. HANGMAN. Come on, sir; are you ready? PEDRINGANO. To do what, my fine officious knave? HANGMAN. To go to this gear. PEDRINGANO. O sir, you are too forward; thou wouldst fain Furnish me with a halter, to disfurnish Me of my habit. So I should go out Of this gear, my raiment, into that gear, the rope: But, hangman, now I spy your knavery; I'll not change without boot, that's flat. HANGMAN. Come, sir. PEDRINGANO. So, then, I must up? HANGMAN. No remedy. PEDRINGANO. Yes, but there shall be for my[178] coming down. HANGMAN. Indeed here is a remedy for that. PEDRINGANO. How? be turn'd off? HANGMAN. Ay, truly; come, are you ready? I pray you, sir, despatch; the day goes away. PEDRINGANO. What, do you hang by the hour? If you do, I may chance to break your old custom. HANGMAN. 'Faith, you have[179] reason; for I am like to Break your young neck. PEDRINGANO. Dost thou mock me, Hangman? Pray God, I be not preserv'd to Break your knave's pate for this! HANGMAN. Alas! Sir, you are a foot too low to reach it: And, I hope, you will never grow so high, While I am in the office. PEDRINGANO. Sirrah, Dost see yonder boy with the box in his hand? HANGMAN. What, he that points to it with his finger? PEDRINGANO. Ay, that companion. HANGMAN. I know him not; but what of him? PEDRINGANO. Dost thou think to live, till his old doublet will make thee a new truss?