The things we do!

Cease, my kind cooze; I cannot choose but weepe,
To see your care of my securitie.
_Allen_.--Knewst thou my reason, that perswades my hart,
Thou wouldst not wonder, why I grieve to part:
But yet I would suspect my fathers vowe,
Did any other make it by your leave.
_Fall_. What have you done? this lothnesse to depart,
Seemes you were trained up in tediousnesse,
Thou knowst not when and where to make an end.
Take him my friends, I know you will discharge
The hope and trust that I repose in you.
_Both_. Assure your selfe, in every circumstance.
_Fall_. Then to your horses quicklie, speedily,
Else we shall put our fingers in the eye,
And weepe for kindnesse till tomorrow morne.
_Per_. Farewell good Unckle, Aunt, and loving cooze.
[_Sostratus [sic] kisseth the boy weeping_.
_Allen_. Farewell.--I fear me everlastinglie.
[_Exeunt Sostratus and Allenso_.
[_One of the Murtherers takes Falleria by the sleeve_.
1 _mu_. You meane not now to have him murthered?
_Fall_. Not murthered, what else? kill him, I say:
But wherefore makes thou question of my will?
_Mur_.


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