The things we do!

If I had had but a swoard I had doon't, but I sought the
villadge through and cold find neare a cutter.
_Raph_. Weare there no skattered stones lye in the streete
To have beate his breynes out?
_Clowne_. Not a stone to throwe att a dogg.
_Raph_. Had'st thou not heeles
_Clowne_. Yes to have kickt him lyke a dogge, but I reserved them to
roon the more nimbly about your busines.
_Pal_. I nowe spye a newe sanctuary, his armes,
In which I may pursue security.
My _Raphael_!
_Raph_. My _Palestra_, art thou safe?
Beefore I give due thankes to this good man,
Which tyme shall paye in all pluralityes,
Oh shewe mee but that monster of mankind
And shame of men on whom to bee revendgd!
_Mild_. The storme at sea was not more terrible
Then this the land now threatens; againe undoone,
Over and over wretched!
_Clowne_. See the limbe
Of his ould syre the Devill.
_Raph_. Perjured slave!
Perfidious, but that I abhore to take
The hangman's office from him, this should open
A doore by which thy black soule should fly out
Unto assured damnation.


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