COME, I know it will; and, as your country folks say, better soon than syne--it will never find me younger--and as for hanging, as Sir John Falstaff says, I can become a gallows as well as another.

You know the end of the old ballad; "Sae dauntonly, sae wantonly, Sae rantingly gaed he, He play'd a spring, and danced a round, Beneath the gallows tree." "Mr.Mareschal, I am sorry for you," said his grave adviser.
"I am obliged to you, Mr.Ratcliffe; but I would not have you judge of our enterprise by my way of vindicating it; there are wiser heads than mine at the work." "Wiser heads than yours may lie as low," said Ratcliffe, in a warning tone.
"Perhaps so; but no lighter heart shall; and, to prevent it being made heavier by your remonstrances, I will bid you adieu, Mr.Ratcliffe, till dinner-time, when you shall see that my apprehensions have not spoiled my appetite.".