The things we do!

My thoughts, like hounds which late did flatter me
With hope of great succeeding benefits,
Now gin to teare my care-tormented heart
With feare of death and tortring punishment.
These are the stings whenas our consciences
Are stuf'd and clogd with close-concealed crimes.
Well, I must smoather all these discontentes,
And strive to beare a smoother countenaunce
Then rugged care would willingly permit.
Ile to the Court to see _Allenso_ free,
That he may then relieve my povertie.
[_Exit_.

[SCENE IX.]

_Enter Constable, three watchmen with halberdes_.
_Con_. Who would have thought of all the men alive
That _Thomas Merry_ would have done this deede
So full of ruth and monstrous wickednesse!
1 _wat_. Of all the men that live in _London_ walles,
I would have thought that _Merry_ had bin free.
2 _wat_. Is this the fruites of Saint-like Puritans?
I never like such damn'd hipocrisie.
3 _wat_. He would not loase a sermon for a pound,
An oath he thought would rend his iawes in twaine,
An idle word did whet Gods vengeance on;
And yet two murthers were not scripulous.


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