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 Joco. Villaines, I am a sacred person, touch me not.

Bar. The Law shall touch you, we'll but lead you, we. 'Las I could weepe at your calamity. Take in the staffe too, for that must be showne: Law wils that each particular be knowne.

Curt. Pilia-borza, didst thou meet with Ithimore?

Pil. I did.

Curt. And didst thou deliver my letter?

Pil. I did.

Curt. And what think'st thou, will he come?

Pil. I think so, and yet I cannot tell, for at the reading of The letter, he look'd like a man of another world.

Curt. Why so?

Pil. That such a base slave as he should be saluted by such A tall man as I am, from such a beautifull dame as you.

Curt. And what said he?

Pil. Not a wise word, only gave me a nod, as who shold say, Is it euen so; and so I left him, being driven to a Non-plus at the critical aspect of my terrible countenance.

Curt. And where didst meet him?

Pil. Upon mine owne free-hold within 40 foot of the Gallowes, conning his neck-verse I take it, looking of a Fryars Execution, whom I saluted with an old hempen proverb, Hidie tibi, cras mihi, and so I left him to the mercy Of the Hangman: but the Exercise being done, see where He comes.

Ith. I never knew a man take his death so patiently as This Fryar; he was ready to leape off e're the halter was About his necke; and when the Hangman had put on his Hempen Tippet, he made such haste to his prayers, as if Hee had had another Cure to serve; well, goe whither He will, I'le be none of his followers in haste: And now I thinke on't, going to the execution, a fellow Met me with a muschatoes like a Ravens wing, and A Dagger with a hilt like a warming-pan, and he