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 Ile take a lytle to preuent the worst.

Fran. Do so, and let vs presently take horse, My lyfe for yours ye shall do well enough.

Ales. Giue me a spoone, Ile eat of it my selfe, Would it were full of poyson to the brim. Then should my cares and troubles haue an end, Was euer silly woman so tormented?

Arden. Be patient sweete loue, I mistrust not thee,

Ales. God will reuenge it Arden if thou doest. For neuer woman lou'd her husband better, the I do thee,

Ard. I know it sweete Ales, cease to complaine: Least that in teares I answer thee againe.

Fran. Come leaue this dallying, and let vs away.

Ales. Forbeare to wound me with that bitter word, Arden shall go to London in my armes.

Arden. Loth am I to depart, yet I must go,

Ales. Wilt thou to London then, and leaue me here? Ah if thou loue me gentle Arden stay, Yet if thy busines be of great Import Go if thou wilt Ile beare it as I may: But write from London to me euery weeke, Nay euery day, and stay no longer there Then thou must nedes, least that I die for sorrow.

Arden. Ile write vnto thee euery other tide, And so farewell sweete Ales till we meete next.

Ales. Farewell Husband seeing youle haue it so. And M. Francklin, seeing you take him hence, In hope youle hasten him home Ile giue you this and then she kisseth him.

Fran. And if he stay the fault shall not be mine, Mosbie farewell and see you keepe your oath.

Mosbie I hope he is not Ielious of me now.

Arden. No Mosbie no, hereafter thinke of me, As of your dearest frend, and so farewell.

Ales. I am glad he is gone, he was about to stay. But