The things we do!

Why man, he hath no father left alive.
1 _Ruff_.--Yes, such a father, that doth see and know,
How we do plot this little infants woe. [_To the people_.
2 _Ruff_. Why, then his little sonne is much to blame,
That doth not keepe his father company.
When shall we have deliverie of the boy?
_Fall_. To morrow morning by the breake of day:
And you must sweare youle see him safely brought,
Unto the place that I do send him to.
2 _Ruff_. That may we safely, for you meane to send
Him to the wood and there his journey end.[15]
Both soule and limbes shall have a place to rest,
In earth the last, the first in _Abrams_ brest.
_Fall_. Come gentlemen, this night go rest with me,
To morrow end _Pertillos_ tragedie.
[_Exeunt omnes_.

[SCENE III.]

_Enter Merry and Rachell_.
_Mer_. Sister, now all my golde-expected hopes
Of future good is plainely vanished,
And in her stead grim-visadged dispaire,
Hath tane possession of my guiltie heart.
Desire to gaine began this desperate acte;
Now plaine apparance of destruction,
Of soule and body, waights upon my sinne.


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