The things we do!

Sweare, and forsweare thyselfe ten thousand times.
Awake _Pertillo_, for thou art betrai'd;
This bloody slave intends to murther thee. [_Draw both_.
1 _mur_. Both him, and all, that dare to rescue him.
_Per_. Wherefore? because I slept without your leave?
Forgive my fault, ile never sleepe againe.
2 _Mur_. No Child, thy wicked Unckle hath suborn'd
Both him and me to take thy life away,
Which I would save, but that this hellish impe
Will not content to spare thy guiltlesse blood.
_Per_. Why should _Falleria_ seeke to have my life?
2 _mur_. The lands and goods, thy father left his sonne,
Do hale thee on to thy destruction.
_Per_. Oh needy treasure, harme-begetting good!
That safety[23] should procure the losse of blood!
2 _mur_. Those lands and goods, thy father got with paine,
Are swords wherewith his little sonne is slaine.
1 _mu_. Then let our swords let out his guiltlesse life.
_Per_. Sweete, sowre, kinde, cruell, hold thy murthering knife,
And here [_sic_] me speake, before you murther me.
2 _mu_. Feare not, sweet child, he shall not murther thee.


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