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 Gre. Feare not M. Arden, he's well enough.

Ales. Tell not me, I know he is not well, He was not wount for to stay thus late. Good M. Francklin go and seeke him foorth, And if you finde him send him home to mee. And tell him what a feare he hath put me in.

Fra. Ilyke not this, I pray God all be well Ile seeke him out, and find him if I can.

Ales. Michaell how shall I doo to rid the rest away?

Mic. Leaue that to my charge, let me alone, Tis very late M. Bradshaw, And there are many false knaues abroad, And you haue many narrow lanes to pas.

Brad. Faith frend Michaell and thou saiest trew, Therefore I pray thee lights foorth, and lends a linck

Ales. Michael bring them to the dores, but doo not stay, You know I do not loue to be alone. Go Susan and bid thy brother come, But wherefore should he come? Heere is nought but feare. Stay Susan stay, and helpe to counsell me.

Susan. Alas I counsell, feare frights away my wits,

Ales. Sée Susan where thy quandam Maister lyes, Sweete Arden smeard in bloode and filthy gore.

Susan. My brother, you, and I, shall rue this déede.

Ales Come Susan help to lift his body forth, And let our salt teares be his obsequies.

Mos. Now now Ales whether will you beare him

Ales. Sweete Mosbie art thou come? Then weepe that will. I haue my wishe in that I ioy thy sight.

Gre. Well it houes vs to be circumspect. Mos.