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 See all things ready Ales against we come.

Ales. Take no care for that, send you him home. Exeunt Mosbie and Greene.And if he ere go forth againe, blame me, Come blacke Will that in mine eies art faire, Next vnto Mosbie doe I honour thee, Instead of faire wordes and large promises, My hands shall play you goulden harmonie, How like you this? say, will you doe it sirs?

Will. I and that brauely too, marke my deuice. Place Mosbie being a stranger in a chaire, And let your husband sit vpon a stoole, That I may come behind him cunninglie, And with a towell pull him to the ground, Then stab him till his flesh be as a sine, That doone beare him behind the Abby, That those that finde him murthered, may suppose Some slaue or other kild him for his golde.

Ales. A fine deuice, you shall haue twenty pound, And when he is dead, you shal haue forty more. And least you might be suspected staying heere, Michaell shall saddle you two lusty geldings. Ryde whether you will to Scotland or to Wales. Ile see you shall not lacke, where ere you be.

Wil Such wordes would make one kill 1000. men. Giue me the key, which is the counting house?

Ales. Here would I stay, and still encourage you, But that I know how resolute you are.

Sha. Tush you are too faint harted, we must do it.

Ales. But Mosbie will be there, whose very lookes, Will ad vnwounted courage to my thought, And make me the first that shall aduenture on him,

Wil. Tush get you gone, tis we must do the deede. When this doore oppens next looke for his death

Ales. Ah, would he now were here, that it might oppen I shall no more be closed in Ardens armes, th