The things we do!

Looke for no mirth, unlesse you take delight,
In mangled bodies, and in gaping wounds,
Bloodily made by mercy-wanting hands.
Truth will not faine, but yet doth grieve to showe,
This deed of ruthe and miserable woe.
[_Exit_.

[ACT THE FIRST.]
[SCENE I.]

_Enter Merry_.
I live in meane and discontented state,
But wherefore should I think of discontent?
I am belov'd, I have a pretty house,
A loving sister, and a carefull man,
That doe not thinke their dayes worke well at end,
Except it bring me in some benefit:
And well frequented is my little house
With many guestes and honest passengers,
_Enter Beech and a friend_.
Which may in time advance my humble state
To greater wealth and reputation.
And here comes friends to drinke some beare or ale; [_Sit in his Shop_.
They are my neighbours, they shall have the best.
_Ne_. Come neighbour _Beech_, lets have our mornings draught
And wele go drinke it at yong _Merries_ house:
They say he hath the best in all this towne,
Besides they say he is an honest man,
And keepes good rule and orders in his house.


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