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 And would my death saue thine, thou shouldst not dye, Ryse vp swete Arden and enioy thy loue. And frowne not on me when we mete in heauen, In heauen I loue thee, though on earth I did not,

Maior Say Mosby what made thée murther him,

Fra. Study not for an answer, looke not down His pursse and girdle found at thy beds head, Witnes sufficiently thou didst the deede. It bootles is to sweare thou didst it not,

Mos. I hyred black Will and Shakebagge, Ruffynes both, And they and I haue done this murthrous deed, But wherefore stay we? Come and beare me hence.

Fran. Those Ruffins shall not escape, I will vp to London, and get the counsels warrand to apprehend them.

Will. Shakebag I heare hath taken sanctuary, But I am so pursued with hues and cryes, For petty robberies that I haue done, That I can come vnto no Sanctuary. Therefore must I in some Oyster bote, At last, be faine to go a boord some Hoye. And so to Flushing there is no staying here, At Sittinburgh the watch was like to take me. And had I not with my buckler couerd my head, And run full blanck, at all aduentures, I am sure I had nere gone further then that place, For the Constable had 20 warrands to apprehend me, Besides that, I robbed him and his Man once at Gades hill, Farewell England, Ile to Flushing now.

Maior. Come make haste & bring away the prisoners. Bradshaw