ABHORSON: Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. 
POMPEY: Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged.
ABHORSON: What, ho, 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
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.
ABHORSON: Go in to him, and fetch him out.
POMPEY: He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.
ABHORSON: Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
POMPEY: Very ready, sir. 
BARNARDINE: How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you?
ABHORSON: Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your
prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.
BARNARDINE: You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not
fitted for 't. 
POMPEY: O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night,
and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the
sounder all the next day.
ABHORSON: Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do
we jest now, think you? 
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
DUKE VINCENTIO: Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily
you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort
you and pray with you.
BARNARDINE: Friar, not I: I have been drinking hard all night,
and I will have more time to prepare me, or they 
shall beat out my brains with billets: I will not
consent to die this day, that's certain.
DUKE VINCENTIO: O, sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you
Look forward on the journey you shall go.
BARNARDINE: I swear I will not die to-day for any man's 
DUKE VINCENTIO: But hear you.
BARNARDINE: Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me,
come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day.
DUKE VINCENTIO: Unfit to live or die: O gravel heart! 
After him, fellows; bring him to the block.
[Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY]
Provost: Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?
DUKE VINCENTIO: A creature unprepared, unmeet for death;
And to transport him in the mind he is
Were damnable.