_Tread_. Bee more patient;
Proceede with him after a legal course,
And bee not sweyde by fury.
_Raph_. Well advys'd:
What can thy false toonge pleide in thy excuse,
Thou volume of all vyces?
_Mild_. Why, what not?
_Raph_. Is thy hart sear'd, thy browe made impudent,
And all thy malefactions crownd[110] with lyes
Against just testates and apparent truthes?
When I had payde full ransom for this pryze,
Why didst thou beare her hence?
_Mild_. I did not doo't,--
These bee my witnes; have I borne her hence
When I have brought her to thee?
_Raph_. Thy bawdes rhethorick
Shall not excuse thee thus. Frends guarde him safe.
_Clowne_. We will see his fooles coate guarded,[111] ey and reguarded
too from slipping out of our fingers.
_Godf_.[112] Weel finde amongst us more then ... him; fower elbowes
elbowe him off all sydes, gentlemen. It shall appeare beefore hee parts
with us that hee hathe shewed him self no better then a coxcomb.
_Tread_. Beleeve mee nowe, I do not blame my frende
To fishe in trobled streames for such a pearle,
Or digge in black mowled for so ritch a myne;
But to redeeme a chast and inocent sowle
Forthe from the fierye jawes of lust and hell,
Exprest a most comended charitye.
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