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 Bish.So, away with them.

GaolerBring forth the prisoners, see the court preparde, The Iustices are comming to the bench. So, let him stand, away, and fetch the rest.

Old.Oh giue me patience to indure this scourge, Thou that art fountaine of that vertuous streame, And though contempt, false witnes, and reproch Hang on these yron gyues, to presse my life As low as earth, yet strengthen me with faith, That I may mount in spirite aboue the cloudes. Here comes my lady, sorow tis for her, Thy wound is greeuous, else I scoffe at thee. What and poore Harpoole! art thou ith bryars too?

Harp.I faith my Lord, I am in, get out how I can.

LadySay (gentle Lord) for now we are alone, And may conferre, shall we confesse in briefe, Of whence, and what we are, and so preuent The accusation is commenede against vs?

Old.What will that helpe vs? being knowne, sweete loue, VVe shall for heresie be put to death, For so they tearme the religion we professe. No, if it be ordained we must die, And at this instant, this our comfort be, That of the guilt imposde, our soules are free.

Harp.Yea, yea my lord, Harpoole is so resolude, I wreake of death the lesse, in that I die Not by the sentence of that enuious priest The Bishop of Rochester, oh were it he, Or by his meanes that I should suffer here, It would be double torment to my soule.

LadyVVell, be it then according as heauen please.

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