The things we do!

_Mer_. Oh, sir, content your selfe, all shall be well;
Whats done already cannot be undone.
_Rach_. Oh would to God, the deed were now to do,
And I were privie to your ill intent,
You should not do it then for all the world.
But prethie, _Harry_, do not leave the house,
For then suspition will arise thereof,
And if the thing be knowne we are undone.
_Wil_. Forsake the house! I will not stay all night,
Though you will give the wealth of Christendome.
_Mer_. But yet conceale it, for the love of God;
If otherwise, I know not what to do.
_Wil_. Here is my hand, ile never utter it;
Assure your selfe of that, and so farewell.
_Mer_. But sweare to me, as God shall help thy soule,
Thou wilt not tell it unto any one.
_Wil_. I will not sweare, but take my honest worde,
And so farewell. My soule assureth me [_Exit Merry and Rach_.
God will revenge this damn'd iniquitie.
What shall become of me unhappie wretch?
I dare not lodge within my Maisters house,
For feare his murthrous hand should kill me too.
I will go walke and wander up and downe,
And seeke some rest, untill the day appeare.


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