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 Fran. Why Mosbie traunt you husband with the horn,

Ales I after he had reuyled him, By the iniuryous name of periurde beast, He knew no wrong could spyte an Ielious man, More then the hatefull naming of the horne.

Fran Suppose tis trew, yet is it dangerous. To follow him whome he hath lately hurt,

Ales. A fault confessed is more then halfe a mends, But men of such ill spirite as your selfe. Worke crosses and debates twixt man and wife.

Ard. I pray the gentle Francklin holde thy peace, I know my wife counsels me for the best,

Ard Ile seeke out mosby, where his wound is drest, And salue his haples quarrell if I may.

Fran. He whome the diuel driues must go perforce, Poore gentleman how sone he is bewitcht, And yet because his wife is the instrument, His frends must not be lauish in their speach,

Wil. Sirra Greene when was I so long in killing a man.

Gre. I think we shall neuer do it. Let vs giue it ouer.

Sha. Nay Zounds wele kill him. Though we be hangd at his dore for our labour.

Wil. Thou knowest Greene that I haue liued in London this twelue yeers. Where I haue made some go vppon wodden legges, For taking the wall on me, Dyuers with siluer noses, for saying, There goes blackwill. I haue crackt as many blades, As thou hast done Nutes.

Gre. O monstrous lye.

Will. Faith in a maner I haue.