Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to
a fair end.

How much money must I have?

'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:
I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.

Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.

God be with you, sir; I will.

I warrant you, sir, let me alone.

Ay, sir.

Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.

From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there God
forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my
young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the
tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl
betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's ...

Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.

Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him
in all my life.

O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken
them down again, for the man must not be hanged till
the next week.