_Ped._ Why, what a thing will this be? What strange confusion then will breed among ye? _Rod._ Will none of ye obey? _Ped._ What Devils vex ye? The fears ye live in and the hourly dangers Will be delights to these: those have their ends, But these outlive all time, and all repentance: And if it creep into your conscience once, Be sure ye lock that close. _Rod._ Why stand ye gazing? _Ped._ Farewel sleep, peace, all that are humane comforts, Better ye had been Trees, or Stones, and happier; For those die here, and seek no further being, Nor hopes, nor punishments. _Rod._ Rots take ye, Rascals. _Jaq._ What would you have us do? _Rod._ Dispatch the prater. _Jaq._ And have religious blood hang on our consciences? We are bad enough already: sins enough To make our graves even loath us. _Rod._ No man love me? _Lop._ Although I be a thief, I am no hangman; They are two mens trades, and let another execute. Lay violent hands on holy things? _Rod._ Base Cowards, Put to your powers, ye rascals, I command ye. Holy, or unholy, if I say it, I'le have it done. _1 Out-l._ If I do't, let me starve for't. _2._ Or I. _3._ Or I: we will obey things handsom, And bad enough, and overdo obedience: But to be made such instruments of mischief. _Jaq._ I have done as many villanies as another, And with as little reluctation, Let me come clear of these, and wipe that score off. Put me upon a felt and known perdition? _Rod._ Have ye conspir'd, ye slaves? _Ped._ How vilely this shows, In one that would command anothers temper, And bear no bound in's own? _Rod._ Am I thus jaded? _Ped._ Is it my life thou long'st for _Roderigo_? And can no sacrifice appease thy malice, But my blood spilt? do it thy self, dispatch it; And as thou takst the whole revenge unto thee, Take the whole sin upon thee; and be mighty, Mighty in evil, as thou art in anger: And let not these poor wretches houl for thy sake. Those things that in thine own glass seem most monstrous, Wouldst thou abuse their weak sights with, for amiable? Is it, thou thinkst to fear me with thy terrors, And into weak condition draw my vertue? If I were now to learn to die I would sue thee: Or did I fear death, then I would make thee glorious. But knowing what, and how far I can suffer; And all my whole life being but deaths preface, My sleep but at next door. _Rod._ Are ye so valiant? I'le make ye feel: I'le make ye know, and feel too; And Rascals, you shall tremble. Keep him here, And keep him safe too: if he scape your guards-- _Ped._ Fear not, I will not. _Rod._ As I live, ye die for't; I will not be thus baffled. [_Exit._