The things we do!

[_Dyeth_.
2 _Mur_. A treacherous villaine, full of cowardise!
Ile make thee know that thou hast done amisse.
1 _m_. Teach me that knowledge when you will or dare.
[_They fight and kill one another; the relenter
having some more life, and the other dyeth_.
1 _mur_. Swoones, I am peppered, I had need have salt,
Or else to morrow I shall yeeld a stincke,
Worse then a heape of dirty excrements.
Now by this Hilt, this golde was earn'd too deare:
Ah, how now death, wilt thou be conquerour?
Then vengeance light on them that made me so,
And ther's another farewell ere I goe.
[_Stab the other murtherer againe_.
2 _mur_. Enough, enough, I had my death before.
[_A hunt within_.
_Enter the Duke of Padua, Turqualo, Vesuvio, Alberto, &c_.
_Duke_. How now my Lords, was't not a gallant course,
Beleeve me sirs, I never saw a wretch,
Make better shift to save her little life.
The thickets full of buskes,[24] and scratching bryers,
A mightie dewe,[25] a many deepe mouth'd hounds,
Let loose in every place to crosse their course,--
And yet the Hare got cleanly from them all.


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