The things we do!

Hide thee above least that the Salters man
Take notice of thee that thou art the maide,
And by that knowledge we be all undone.
_Rach_. That feare is past, I sawe, I spake with him,
Yet he denies that I did buy the bag;
Besides the neighbours have no doubt of you,
Saying you are an honest harmelesse man,
And made enquirie heere for fashion sake.
_Mer_. My former life deserves their good conceits,
Which is not blemisht with this treacherie.
My heart is merier then it was before,
For now I hope the greatest feare is past.
The hammer is denyed, the bag unknowne;
Now there is left no meanes to bring it out,
Unless our selves proove Traitors to our selves.
_Rach_. When saw you _Hary Williams_?
_Me_. Why, to day;
I met him comming home from _Powles Crosse_,
Where he had beene to heare a Sermon.
_Rach_. Why brought you not the man along with you
To come to dinner, that we might perswade
Him to continue in his secrecie?
_Mer_. I did intreate him, but he would not come,
But vow'd to be as secret as my selfe.
_Rach_. What, did he sweare?
_Mer_.


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