The things we do!

[_(To the) people_.
_Beech_. I am unwilling, but I do not care,
And if I go to see the Company.
_Mer_. Come quickly then, they think we stay too long.
_Beech_. Ile cut a peece of cheese to drink withall.
_Mer_. I, take the farewell of your cutting knife,
Here is a hand shall helpe to cut your throate,
And give my selfe a fairing[8] from your chest.--
What are you ready, will you goe along?
_Beech_. I, now I am; boy, looke you tend the shoppe;
If any aske, come for me to the _Bull_.
I wonder who they are that aske for me.
_Mer_. I know not that, you shall see presentlie.
Goe up those staires, your friends do stay above.--
Here is that friend shall shake you by the head,
And make you stagger ere he speake to you.
_Then being in the upper Rome Merry strickes
him in the head fifteene times_.
Now you are safe, I would the boy were so;
But wherefore wish I, for he shall not live?
For if he doe, I shall not live myselfe.
[_Merry wiped [sic] his face from blood_.
Lets see what mony he hath in his purse.


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