to be hanged at last for killing a tailor? It is not death, 'tis the disgrace, the dishonor is all my concern.
GASCONADE. En verite inteed that no concerns me at all. If they will give me my life, I will put my disgrace in my pocket.
BOUNCE. Is there no way to get out of this damned hole? I had always a good hand at getting into prisons, I wish I knew as well how to get out of one. Egad, I have it! My dear friend, you shall
|help me up to that window there, and then I can easily make my||10|
[(7) Mrs. Snip]
GASCONADE. Eh bien, my dear friend, and vat must I do den, eh?
BOUNCE. Faith, that's true. Why you shall stay here and let 'em know that I am gone, but that I will certainly come again when they want me.
[(8) Mr. Snip, Turnkey]
GASCONADE. I very much tank you for dat, Monsieur Bounce. Non, non, if I must be hanged, mon amie, I love that my dear friend should keep a me compagnie.
[Enter Jailor P.S. (Bunch of Keys)]
[JAILOR]. Well, Gentlemen, I bring you good news, good news.
|BOUNCE. What, a reprieve?||20|
GASCONADE. Vat, a reprieve?
JAILOR. A reprieve, no, no. You'll certainly be hanged and tomorrow too. But the good news I have brought you is that your friends have got permission for a friar to attend you. And here behold your Father and Comforter.
[P S Enter Harlequin (like a friar)]
HARLEQUIN. Peace be with the afflicted. Jailor, a chair and a bottle of sack. The body requires rest and refreshment.
[Exit Jailor P.S.]
As you are under misfortunes, what I am going to say shall be uttered with the utmost gentleness and humanity. You are with
|out doubt gentlemen. I speak it from my soul a couple of horrid||30|
GASCONADE. Dat is very gentile indeed.
BOUNCE (aside). And very true.
[Enter Jailor with wine P.S.]