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Scena Quarta.

Enter Hannibal, and Cacala.
Han.
This Captain Dacus is a joviall Blade,
Doubtless a very valiant Gentleman,
And of an heart as liberall as the Aire.
Cacala! How lik'st thou him?

Caca.
But so, so: yet
I was well pleas'd to see him pay the Reckning.
You are far from home, and Mistriss Floretta is
As chargeable as a stable of running Horses.

Han.
It is grown somthing late; And Time to think.
Of our Return unto our Lodgings. Look!
What's that?

Espies a man hanging on a Gibbet.
Caca.
Sir, I see nothing.

Han.
Cast thy eyes
That way. How now! what is't hangs there?

Caca.
Alas!
'Tis a poor Fellow that was executed.
Two, or three daies ago.

Han.
He had ill fortune.
Had he not better have follow'd Mars, and falne
In glorious Battail, and his soul exspir'd
Through many wounds; then Ignominiously,
Thus sneak to death in Noose of paltry halter.

Caca.
My Captain Hannibal talkes evermore
Of mighty Battails, or his litle whore.

Han.
What mutter you, Sirrah?

Caca.
I (by your valour's Leave) was saying Captain,
Y'on man hangs in a pitifull cold corner.
The North wind shakes his Legs as he were dancing
Of Wine, and Women, and of all good Meats,
He hath forever took his Leave.

Han.
I'm sorry for's hard Fate. Some lying People
Report some of the dead have walk'd. If thou
Can'st such a piece of fine Activity show,
Come sup with me to night. Thou shalt be welcome.

Speaks to the Hungd-man.
Caca.
He bows his head.

Han.
Hang 'his head.

Caca.
He needs not put himself to such unnecessary trouble:
He that small favour hath receiv'd already,
From some of's smaller Friends.

Han.
If th'art a good dead Fellow, Come, (I say)
And sup with me to night.

Spectre,
I'le come.

Caca.
I think I heard him answer; he would come.
Han, Thou art so timerous; The Eccho of
My voice deludes thee.

Han.
Follow me thou fearfull Puppy.

Caca.
A dog,
His Captain-ship makes of me; Sir, I shall
Even tread upon your Heels: I dare not stay
Behind an Inch.

Han.
Come then, for I fear nothing.

Caca.
By your Leave.
I dread the Gallows mightily: And a Thief
That can talk after he's dead is a terrible Bug-bear.

Exeunt.