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 Shak. I cannot paint my valour out with words, But giue me place and opportunitie, Such mercy as the staruen Lyones When she is dry suckt of her eager young: Showes to the pray that next encounters her, On Arden so much pitty would I take.

Gre. So should it faire with men of firme resolue, And now sirs seeing this accident, Of meeting him in Paules hath no successe: Let vs bethinke vs on some other place, Whose earth may swallow vp this Ardens bloode. Se yonder comes his man, and wat you what, The foolish knaue is in loue with Mosbies sister, And for her sake whose loue he cannot get, Unlesse Mosbie solicit his sute. The villaine hath sworne the slaughter of his maister, Weele question him, for he may stead vs muche: How now Michael whether are you going?

Mic. My maister hath new supt, And I am going to prepare his chamber.

Gre. Where supt M. Arden?

Mic. At the Nages head, at the 18 pence ordinarye, How now M. Shakbag, what Black Wil, Gods deere lady, how chaunce your face is so bloody?

Wil. Go too sirra, there is a chaunce in it. This sawcines in you wil make you be knockt.

Mic. Nay and you be offended ile be gone.

Gre. Stay michael you may not scape vs so. Michael I knowe you loue your M. wel.

Mic. Why so I do, but wherefore vrdge you that?

Gre. Because I thinke you loue your mistres better, So think not I, but say, yfaith what if I should?

Shak. Come to the purpose Michael, we heare You haue a pretty loue in Feuershame,

Mic. Why haue I two or three, whats that to thee? Will.