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<NAME>Emma Leeson Huber</NAME>
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<HEAD>A DIALOGUE OR&punc; A Di&s;pute betweene the late Hangman and Death.</HEAD>
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<Q><SP>
<SPEAKER>Hangm^n.</SPEAKER>
<L> <HI>What, is my Gla&s;&s;e run?</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L> <HI>Yes,</HI> Richard Brandon.</L>
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<FIGDESC>beheading upon a scaffold surrounded by soldiers</FIGDESC>
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<SPEAKER>Hangman.</SPEAKER>
<L>HOw now, &s;terne Land-lord, mu&s;t I out of doore?</L>
<L>I pray you, Sir, what am I on your &s;core?</L>
<L>I cannot at this pre&s;ent call to mind,</L>
<L>That I with you am any thing behind.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, <HI>Richard Brandon,</HI> you &s;hall &s;hortly know,</L>
<L>There's nothing paid for you, but you &s;till owe</L>
<L>The totall &s;umme, and I am come to crave it;</L>
<L>Provide your &s;elfe, for I intend to have it.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Hangman.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay, Death, thou'it force me &s;tand upon my guard;</L>
<L>Me thinkes this is a very &s;light reward,</L>
<L>Let's talke a while, I value not thy Dart,</L>
<L>For, next thy &s;elfe, I can be&s;t act thy part.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lay downe thy Ax, and ca&s;t thy Ropes away,</L>
<L>'Tis I command, 'tis thou that mu&s;t obay;</L>
<L>Thy Part is play'd and thou go'&s;t off the Stage</L>
<L>The bloudie&s;t Actor in this pre&s;ent Age.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Hangman.</SPEAKER>
<L>But, Death, thou know'&s;t, that I for many yeares,</L>
<L>As by old <HI>Tiburnes</HI> Records it appeares,</L>
<L>Have monthly payd my Taxes unto thee,</L>
<L>Ty'd up in twi&s;ted Hemp, for more &s;ecuritie;</L>
<L>And now of late I thinke thou put'&s;t me to't,</L>
<L>When none but <HI>Brandon</HI> could be found to do't:</L>
<L>I gave the Blow caus'd thou&s;and hearts to ake,</L>
<L>Nay more then that, it made three Kingdomes quake:</L>
<L>Yet in obedience to thy pow'rfull call,</L>
<L>Downe went that Cedar, with &s;ome Shrubs, and all</L>
<L>To &s;atisfie thy ne'r-contented Lu&s;t.</L>
<L>Now, for reward, thou tell'&s;t me that I mu&s;t</L>
<L>Lay down my tooles, and with thee pack from hence;</L>
<L>Grim Sir, you give a fearfull recompence.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Death.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Brandon</HI> no more, make ha&s;te, <HI>I</HI> cannot &s;tay,</L>
<L>Thou know'&s;t thy &s;elfe how ill <HI>I</HI> brooke delay:</L>
<L>Though thou had&s;t &s;ent ten thou&s;and to the grave,</L>
<L>What's that to me, 'tis thee <HI>I</HI> now mu&s;t have:</L>
<L>'Tis not the King, nor any of his Peeres</L>
<L>Cut off by thee, can adde unto thy yeares;</L>
<L>Come, perfect thy Accompts, make right thy Score,</L>
<L>Old <HI>Caron</HI> &s;tayes, perhaps hee'l &s;et thee ore.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Hangman.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t goe, which many going &s;ent;</L>
<L>Death, thou did&s;t make me but thy in&s;trument,</L>
<L>To execute, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">un the hazard to;</L>
<L>Of all thou did&s;t ingage me for to doe,</L>
<L>In bloud to thee, how oft did <HI>I</HI> carou&s;e,</L>
<L>Being chiefe Ma&s;ter of thy Slaughter-hou&s;e?</L>
<L>For tho&s;e the Plague did &s;pare, if once <HI>I</HI> catcht'um,</L>
<L>With Ax or Rope <HI>I</HI> quickly had di&s;patcht'um.</L>
<L>Yet now, at la&s;t, of life thou wilt bereave me,</L>
<L>And as thou find'&s;t me, &s;o thou mean'&s;t to leave me:</L>
<L>But tho&s;e black &s;taines <HI>I</HI> in thy Service got,</L>
<L>Will &s;till remaine, though <HI>I</HI> con&s;ume and rot.</L>
<L>Strike home&punc; all-conqu'ring Death, <HI>I Brandon</HI> yield,</L>
<L>Thou wilt, <HI>I</HI> &s;ee, be Ma&s;ter of the Field.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<L>WHo, doe you thinke, lyes buried here?</L>
<L>One that did help to make Hemp deare,</L>
<L>The poorest Subject did abhorre him,</L>
<L>And yet his <HI>King</HI> did kneele before him;</L>
<L>He would his Ma&s;ter not betroy,</L>
<L>Yet he his Ma&s;ter did destroy,</L>
<L>And yet no <HI>Judas;</HI> in Records 'tis found,</L>
<L><HI>Judas</HI> had thirty pence, he thirty pound.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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