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] The gods delight in that as well as prayers.

I am

Orsabrin. Nay, nay.

Be what thou wilt, I will not question it.

Undo, undo.

Samorat. —thy friend Samorat.

Orsabrin. Ha!

Samorat. Lay by thy wonder, and put on these clothes:

In this disguise thou'lt pass unto the prison gates;

There you shall find one that is taught to know you.

He will conduct you to the corner of the wood;

And there my horses wait us.

I'll throw this gaoler off in some odd place.

Orsabrin. My better angel!

Peridor. It is e'en

As hard a world for thieves as honest men:

Nothing to be got; no prize stirring.

1st Thief. None, but one with horses,

Who seem'd to stay for some that were to come;

And that has made us wait thus long.

Peridor. A lean day's work, but what remedy?

Lawyers, that rob men with their own consent,

Have had the same. Come, call in our perdues:

We will away

Orsabrin. I hear them now; yonder they are.

Peridor. Hallo! Who are these? any of ours?

Thief. No, stand close; they shall be presently.

Yield! yield!

Orsabrin. Again betray'd!

There is no end of my misfortune!

Mischief vexes me like a quotidian;

It intermits a little, and returns,

Ere I have lost the memory of

My former fit

Peridor. Sentences, sentences!

Away with him,—away with him!