Page 1174 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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POMPEY
Master Barnardine! You must rise and be hanged, [20] Master Barnardine.
ABHORSON
What hoa, Barnardine!
BARNARDINE
[within]
A pox o’ your throats! Who makes that noise there? What are you?
POMPEY
Your friends, sir, the hangman. You must be so [25] good, sir, to rise and be
put to death.
BARNARDINE
[within]
Away, you rogue, away; I am sleepy.
ABHORSON
Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
POMPEY
Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and sleep afterwards.
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ABHORSON
Go in to him and fetch him out.
POMPEY
He is coming, sir, he is coming. I hear his straw rustle.
Enter Barnardine.
ABHORSON
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
POMPEY
