The things we do!

No, no, your understanding is but dimme,
That farre-remooved cannot iudge the feare.
We both were fearefull, and we both did part,
Because indeed we both were timerous.
_Cow_. What accident begot your mutuall feare?
_Wil_. That which my hart hath promis'd to conceale.
_Cow_. Why, now you fall into your auncient vaine.
_Wil_. Tis vaine to urge me from this silent vaine;
I will conceale it, though it breed my paine.
_Cow_. It seemes to be a thing of consequence,
And therefore prithie, _Harry_, for my love,
Open this close fast-clasped mysterie.
_Wil_. Were I assur'd my hart should have release
Of secret torment and distemperature,
I would reveale it to you specially
Whom I have found my faithfull favorite.
_Cow_. Good _Harrie Williams_, make no doubt of that;
Besides your griefe reveald may have reliefe,
Beyond your present expectation.
Then tell it, _Harry_, what soere it be,
And ease your hart of horror, me of doubt.
_Wil_. Then have you heard of _Beech_ of _Lambert Hill_,
And of his boy which late were murthered?
_Cow_.


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