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 Goe buy thee garments: but thou shalt not want: Onely know this, that thus thou art to doe: But first goe fetch me in the pot of Rice That for our supper stands upon the fire.

Ith. I hold my head my master's hungry: I goe Sir.

Bar. Thus every villaine ambles after wealth Although he ne're be richer then in hope: But hush't.

Ith. Here 'tis, Master.

Bar. Well said, Ithimore; what hast thou brought The Ladle with thee too?

Ith. Yes, Sir, the proverb saies, he that eats with the devil Had need of a long spoone, I have brought you a Ladle.

Bar. Very well, Ithimore, then now be secret; And for thy sake, whom I so dearely love, Now shalt thou see the death of Abigall, That thou mayst freely live to be my heire.

Ith. Why, master, wil you poison her with a messe of rice Porredge that wil preserve life, make her round & plump, And batten more then you are aware.

Bar. I but Ithimore seest thou this? It is a precious powder that I bought Of an Italian in Ancona once, Whose operation is to binde, infect, And poyson deeply: yet not appeare In forty houres after it is tane.

Ith. How master?

Bar. Thus Ithimore: This Even they use in Malta here ('tis call'd Saint Jagues Even) and then I say they use To send their Almes unto the Nunneries: Among the rest beare this, and set it there; There's a darke entry where they take it in, Where they must neither see the messenger, Nor make enquiry who hath sent it them.