_Tyse._ No, faith, suspicious; for 'twas thus protested: A cloak was stol'n; that cloak he had; he had it, Himself confess'd, by force; the rest of his defence The choler of a justice wronged in wine, 120 Join'd with malignance of some hasty jurors, Whose wit was lighted by the justice' nose; The knave was cast. But, Lord, to hear his moan, his prayers, his wishes, His zeal ill-timèd, and his words unpitied, Would make a dead man rise and smile, Whilst he observed how fear can make men vile. _Cri._ Shall we go meet the execution? _Bea._ I shall be ruled by you. _Tyse._ By my troth, a rare motion;[106] you must haste, For malefactors goes like the world, upon wheels. 130 _Bea._ Will you man us? You shall be our guide. [_To_[107] FREEVILL. _Free._ I am your servant. _Tyse._ Ha, servant? Zounds, I am no companion for panders! you're best make him your love. _Bea._ So will I, sir; we must live by the quick, you say. _Tyse._ 'Sdeath o' virtue! what a damn'd thing's this! Who'll trust fair faces, tears, and vows? 'Sdeath! not I. She is a woman,--that is,--she can lie. _Cri._ Come, come, turn not a man of time,[108] to make all ill Whose goodness you conceive not, since the worst of chance 140 Is to crave grace for heedless ignorance. [_Exeunt._ [98] See note 1, p. 40. [Transcriber's Note: Footnote [44]] [99] This word, which occurs in _Love's Labour Lost_ (and in several old plays), was invented long before Shakespeare's time. See Dyce's _Shakesp. Glossary_. [100] So ed. 2.--Ed. 1. "_He sings, she sounds._" [101] Swoons. (The stage direction is from ed. 2.) [102] So ed. 1.--Ed. 2. "dead." [103] Ed. 1. "laved." [104] Ed. 1. "Shatews." [105] Guilt. [106] Proposal. [107] The stage direction is printed as part of the text in old eds. [108] The text seems to be corrupt. SCENE III. _A Public Place._ _Enter_ COCLEDEMOY, _like a sergeant_. _Coc._ So, I ha' lost my sergeant in an ecliptic mist, drunk! horrible drunk! he is fine. So now will I fit myself; I hope this habit will do me no harm; I am an honest man already. Fit, fit, fit, as a punk's tail, that serves everybody. By this time my vintner thinks of nothing but hell and sulphur; he farts fire and brimstone already. Hang toasts! the execution approacheth. _Enter_ Sir LIONEL, Sir HUBERT; MALHEUREUX, _pinioned_; TYSEFEW, BEATRICE, FREEVILL, CRISPINELLA, FRANCESCHINA, _and halberds_.