Old men are good for nothing; you were best
Put me to death for hearing, and free him
For meaning of it; you would ha' trusted me
Once, but the time is altered.

_King_. And will still where I may do with justice to the world;
You have no witness.

_Cal_. Yes, my self.

_King_. No more I mean there were that heard it.

_Cal_. How no more? would you have more? why am
Not I enough to hang a thousand Rogues?

_King_. But so you may hang honest men too if you please.

_Cal_. I may, 'tis like I will do so; there are a hundred will
swear it for a need too, if I say it.

_King_. Such witnesses we need not.

_Cal_. And 'tis hard if my Word cannot hang a boysterous knave.

_King_. Enough; where's _Strato_?

_Stra_. Sir!

_Enter Strato_.