_The Compter._ _Enter two_ Prisoners _and_ Friend. _Fr._ Why, but is his offence such as he cannot hope of life? _1st Pr._ Troth, it should seem so; and 'tis great pity, for he is exceeding penitent. _Fr._ They say he is charged but on suspicion of felony yet. _2nd Pr._ Ay, but his master is a shrewd fellow; he'll prove great matter against him. _Fr._ I'd as lieve as anything I could see his _Farewell_. _1st Pr._ O, 'tis rarely written; why, Toby may get him to sing it to you; he's not curious to anybody. 11 _2nd Pr._ O no! He would that all the world should take knowledge of his repentance, and thinks he merits in't the more shame he suffers. _1st Pr._ Pray thee, try what thou canst do. _2nd Pr._ I warrant you he will not deny it, if he be not hoarse with the often repeating of it. [_Exit._ _1st Pr._ You never saw a more courteous creature than he is, and the knight too: the poorest prisoner of the house may command 'hem. You shall hear a thing admirably penned. 21 _Fr._ Is the knight any scholar too? _1st Pr._ No, but he will speak very well, and discourse admirably of running horses and White-Friars, and against bawds; and of cocks; and talk as loud as a hunter, but is none. _Enter_ WOLF _and_ TOUCHSTONE. _Wo._ Please you, stay here; I'll call his worship down to you. 28 [_Exit_ WOLF. _Re-enter_[121] WOLF _with_ GOLDING, QUICKSILVER, Sir PETRONEL, _and_ SECURITY. _1st Pr._ See, he has brought him, and the knight too; salute him, I pray. Sir, this gentleman, upon our report, is very desirous to hear some piece of your _Repentance_. _Qu._ Sir, with all my heart; and, as I told Master Toby, I shall be glad to have any man a witness of it. And the more openly I profess it, I hope it will appear the heartier, and the more unfeigned. _To._ Who is this?--my man Francis, and my son-in-law? _Qu._ Sir, it is all the testimony I shall leave behind me to the world, and my master that I have so offended. _Fr._ Good, sir! 40 _Qu._ I writ it when my spirits were oppressed. _Pe._ Ay, I'll be sworn for you, Francis. _Qu._ It is in imitation of Mannington's,[122] he that was hanged at Cambridge, that cut off the horse's head at a blow. _Fr._ So, sir! _Qu._ To the tune of "I wail in woe, I plunge in pain." _Pe._ An excellent ditty it is, and worthy of a new tune.