The things we do!

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Why, how now, _Rachell_? who did call below?
_Enter Rachell_.
_Rach_. A maide that came to have a pennie loafe.
_Mer_. I would a pennie loafe cost me a pound,
Provided _Beeches_ boy had eate his last.
_Rach_. Perchance the boy doth not remember you.
_Mer_. It may be so,--but ile remember him. [_To people_.
And send him quicklie with a bloodie scrowle,
To greete his maister in another world.
_Rach_. Ile go to _Beeches_ on a faind excuse,
To see if he will ask me for his maister.
_Mer_. No, get you up, you shall not stir abroade,
And when I call, come quicklie to the dore.
_Rach_. Brother, or that, or any thing beside,
To please your mind, or ease your miserie. [_Exit_.
_Mer_. I am knee-deepe, ile wade up to the wast,
To end my hart of feare, and to atteine
The hoped end of my intention.
But I maie see, if I have eyes to see,
And if my understanding be not blind,
How manie dangers do alreadie waight,
Upon my steppes of bold securitie.
_Williams_ is fled, perchaunce to utter all;
Thats but perchance, naie rather flatlie no.


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