25 Pom. Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death.
Bar. [Within] Away, you rogue, away! I am sleepy.
Abhor. Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
Pom. Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are 30 executed, and sleep afterwards.
Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out.
Pom. He is co