Shackles, Keepers.

A great noise is heard in Newgate, and the Keepers
come out affrighted.

O Me!

Keep.
1.
What's this?

2.
A piece of Justice
Hall Is broken down.

3.
Fough! what a steam of Brimstone
Is here?

4.
The Prisoner's dead, came in but now!

Sha.
Ha? where?

4.
Look here.

Keep.
'Slid, I should know his countenance!
It is Gill-cut-purse, was hang'd out this morning!

Sha.
'Tis he!

2.
The Devil sure has a hand in this!

3.
What shall we do?

Sha.
Carry the news of it
Unto the Sheriffs.

1.
And to the Justices.

4.
This strange!

3.
And favours of the Devil, strongly!

2.
I' ha' the Sulphur of Hell-coal i' my Nose.

1.
Fough.

Sha.
Carry him in.

1.
Away.

2.
How rank it is!