The things we do!

Because you wisht that God should be revenged,
If any ill betide the innocent.
_Fall_. Oh that was nothing but to blind the eyes
Of my fond sonne, which loves him too too well.
_Mer_. It is enough, it shall be surely done.
[_Exeunt om_.

[SCENE VI.]

_Enter Merry and Rachel with a bag_.
_Mer_. What, hast thou sped? have you bought the bag?
_Rach_. I, brother, here it is; what is't to do?
_Mer_. To beare hence _Beeches_ body in the night.
_Rach_. You cannot beare so great a waight your selfe,
And tis no trusting of another man.
_Mer_. Yes well enough, as I will order it.
Ile cut him peece-meale; first his head and legs
Will be one burthen; then the mangled rest,
Will be another, which I will transport,
Beyond the water in a Ferryboate,
And throw it into _Paris-garden_ ditch,[16]
Fetch me the chopping knife, and in the meane
Ile move the fagots that do cover him.
[_Remove the Fagots_.
_Rach_. Oh can you finde in hart to cut and carve,
His stone-colde flesh, and rob the greedy grave,
Of his dissevered blood-besprinkled lims?
_Mer_.


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