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 That lyke the snakes of blacke Tisiphone, Sting me with their enbraceings, mosbies armes Shal compasse me, and were I made a starre, I would haue none other spheres but those. There is no nector, but in Mosbies lypes, Had chast Diana kist him, she like me Would grow loue sicke, and from her watrie bower, Fling down Endimion and snath him vp: Then blame not me, that slay a silly man, Not halfe so louely as Endimion.

Mic. Mistres my maister is comming hard by,

Ales. Who comes with him.

Mic. Nobody but mosbye.

Ales. Thats well michaell, fetch in the tables, And when thou hast done, stand before the countinghouse doore.

Mic. Why so?

Ales. Black will is lockt within, to do the deede.

Mic. What shull he die to night?

Ales. I michaell

Mic. But shall not susan know it?

Ales. Yes for shele be as secreete as our selues.

Mic Thats braue, Ile go fetch the tables.

Ales. But michaell hearke to me a word or two, When my husband is come in lock the streete doore: He shalll be murthred or the guests come in.

Husband what meane you to bring mosby home? Althought I wisht you to be reconciled, Twas more for feare of you, then loue of him, Black Will and Greene, are his companions, And they are cutters, and may cut you shorte, Therefore I thought it good to make you frends. But