The things we do!

Go hyre a barke.
_Sarlab_. I shall.
_Mildewe_. And instantly.
_Sarlab_. I shall.
_Mildewe_. Ere night wee'l putt into a sea
No larger then our full stretcht consciences.
Lett mee once more Imbrace thee.
[_Exeunt_.

SCENA 2.
_Enter an Abbot with his covent[59] of Fryars, amongst
them Fryar Jhon, and Fryar Ritchard_.
_Abbot_. As I have heare priority of place,
Boathe by our patrons favour and your voyce,
So give me leave to arbitrate amongst you.
_Fr. Jhon_. Without respect of person wee acknowledge you.
Our prince and cheiff.
_Fr. Rich_. And to your fatherly
And grave advyse humbly submitt our selves.
_Abbot_. Knwe then in this small covent, which consysts
Only of 12 in nomber, fryars I meane
And us the Abbat, I have fownde amongst you
Many and grosse abuses; yet for the present
I will insist on fewe. Quarrells, debates,
Whisperinge, supplantinges, private calumnyes,
These ought not bee in such a brotherhood.
Of these Fryar _Jhon_ and thou Fryar _Richard_ are
Accused to bee most guilty, ever jarring
And opposite to peace.


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