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 How now Adam, what is the newes with you? Be not affraid my husband is now from home.

Adam. He whome you wot of Mosbie Mistres Ales, Is come to towne, and sends you word by mee, In any case you may not visit him.

Ales. Not visit him?

Adam. No nor take no knowledge of his beeing heere

Ales. But tell me is he angree or displeased.

Adam. Should seeme so, for he is wondrous sad.

Ales. Were he as mad as rauing Hercules, Ile see him, I and were thy house of force, These hands of mine should race it to the ground: Unles that thou wouldst bring me to my loue.

Adam. Nay and you be so impatient Ile be gone

Ales. Stay Adam, stay, thou wert wont to be my fred Aske Mosbie how I haue incurred his wrath, Beare him from me these paire of siluer dice: With which we plaid for kisses many a time, And when I lost, I wan, and so did hee: Such winning and such losing, Ioue send me, And bid him if his loue doo not decline, Come this morning but along my dore: And as a stranger, but salute me there, This may he doo without suspect or feare.

Adam. Ile tell him what you say, and so farewell.

Ales. Doo, and one day Ile make amends for all: I know he loues me well, but dares not come, Because my husband is so Ielious: And these my marrow prying neighbours blab, Hinder our meetings when we would conferre. But if I liue that block shall be remoued, And Mosbie, thou that comes to me by stelth shalt neither feare the biting speach of men, Nor Ardens lookes, as surely shall he die, as I abhorre him, and loue onely thee. Here