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 [Page] Sha. If he be not paid his owne nere trust shakebagge,

Wil. Sirra Shakbag, at his comming foorth Ile runne him through, and then to the blackfreers, And there take water and a way.

Sha. Why thats the best, but see thou misse him not.

Wil. How can I misse him, when I thinke on the fortye Angels I must haue more.

Prentise. Tis very late, I were best shute vp my stall, For heere will be ould filching when the presse comes foorth of Paules.

Wil. Zounds draw Shakbag draw, I am almost kild.

Pren. Wele tame you I warrant.

Wil. Zounds I am tame enough already,

Ard. What trublesome fray or mutany is this?

Fran Tis nothing but some brabling paltry fray. Deuised to pick mens pockets in the throng.

Ard. Ist nothing els? come Franklin let vs away.

Wil. What mends shal I haue for my broken head?

Pren. Mary this mends, that if you get you not away All the sooner, you shall be well beaten and sent to the counter.

Wil. Well Ile be gone, but looke to your signes, For Ile pull them down all. Shakbag my broken head greeues me not so much, As by this meanes Arden hath escaped. I had a glimse of him and his companion. Gre. Why sirs, Arden's as wel as I, I met him and Francklin going merrilly to the ordinary, What dare you not do it?

Wil. Yes sir we dare do it, but were my consent to giue againe, We would not do it vnder ten pound more. I value euery drop of my blood at a french Crowne. I haue