The things we do!

Come, frend, mee thinks I have doone a deede this day
Crownes all my better actions, for I have raised
An Innocent from the hands of an Infidell agent.
_Clowne_. Farewell, rott, farewell murreine, adiewe.
_Mildewe_. Farewell till soone.
[_Exeunt Raphael, Treadway, and Clowne_.
_Sarleb_. And do you meane to keepe your promisse then,
And doo as you have sayde?
_Mildewe_. Why not, I prithee?
What else canst thou advyse mee?
_Sarleb_. Are not wee
Boathe of a rotten conscience, men debosht,
Secluded from the company of such
As either are or else would stryve to bee
Reputed honest? wherefore then should wee
Keepe tutche with any that professe themselves
Not to bee of our ranke?
_Mildewe_. Proceede, good frend:
Thou hast putt project in my brayne allredy,
Small tyme woold better fashion.
_Sarleb_. What if I
Laye such a plotte that you shall gayne these crownes
These full three hundred to your proper use,
And of these peevishe harletryes at home
Make a much greater market?
_Mildewe_. Marry, syr,
That were a tale worth listeninge.


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