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 Gre. Why mistres Arden can the crabbed churle, Use you vnkindely, respects he not your birth? Your honorable freends, nor what you brought: Why? all Kent knowes your parentage, and what you are

Ales. Ah M. Greene be it spoken in secret heere, I neuer liue good day with him alone: When hee is at home, then haue I froward lookes, Hard words and blowes, to mend the match withall: And though I might content as good a man, Yet doth he keepe in euery corner trulles, And weary with his trugges at home, Then rydes he straight to London, there forsooth He reuelles it among such filthie ones, As counsels him to make away his wyfe: Thus liue I dayly in continuall feare: In sorrow, so dispairing of redres As euery day I wish with harty prayer, That he or I were taken forth the worlde.

Gre. Now trust me mistres Ales, it greeueth me, So faire a creature should be so abused. Why who would haue thought the ciuill sir, so sollen, He lookes so smoothly now fye vpon him Churle, And if he liue a day he liues too long, But frolick woman, I shall be the man, Shall set you free from all this discontent: And if the Churle deny my intereste, And will not yelde my lease into my hand, Ile paye him home, what euer hap to me,

Ales. But speake you as you thinke?

Gre. I Gods my witnes, I meane plaine dealing, For I had rather die then lose my land.

Ales. Then maister Greene be counsailed by me Indaunger not your selfe, for such a Churle, But hyre some Cutter for to cut him short, And heer's ten pound, to wager them with all, When he is dead you shall haue twenty more. And