The things we do!

Lights every where, we shall have lightnes inoughe:
Heares stupid woork for daubers!
_Ashburne_. We are forct
All to forsake the villaige and to fly
Unto the feilds for succor.
_Godfrey_. Syr, it putt me
In minde of the greate King _Agathocles_,
Who was, as I have heard you oft relate,
Brain'd with a Tyle. Why may not meaner men
Then feare the fall of brick batts?
_Enter Raphael, Treadway, and the Clowne_.
_Treadway_. A strange night
And full of terror; yet, thanks heaven, well past.
_Raphael_. Oh, but I feare the greater storms to come,
A gust that will more shake mee.
_Clowne_. More, quothe hee; I can scarce see howe that well can bee,
for I can assure you the garrett that I laye in putt mee in mind of
myne infancye, for I lye all the night longe as if I had bin rockt
in a cradle.
_Raphael_. Oh, frend, I feare this false and perjur'd slave,
That hathe not kept apointment, hath deceiv'd mee
Boathe of my coyne and pretious marchandyse.
_Clowne_. Did you ever looke for better from a Judas [?] of his
he[yre]?[65]
_Raphael_.


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