The things we do!

_Lady_. Ever your lipps
Have bene too mee a lawe.--I suspect more
Then I would apprehend with willingnes;
But though prevention canott helpe what's past,
Conjugall faythe may expresse itself at last.
[_Exit Lady_.
_D'Av_. Why, _Denis_, ho! awake and ryse in hast!
_Denis_. What, is your Lordshipp madd!
_D'Av_. Knowest thou what's past
And canst thou skape this danger?
_Denis_. Did I not tell you
That all was safe, the body too disposed
Better then in his grave?
_D'Av_. Strange thoughts sollicite mee.
Upp and inquire about the cloyster wall
What noyse thou hearest, if any private whisperinge
Or louder uprore 'bout the murder ryse.
_Denis_. I shall, I shall, Syr. [_Exit Dennis_.
_D'Av_. Guilt, thoughe it weare a smooth and peacefull face,
Yet is within full of seditious thoughts
That makes continuall follie. [_Exit_.
_Enter Fryar Richard with Fryar Jhon upon his backe_.
_Fr. Rich_. This is the porch that leades into the hall;
Heare rest for thyne and myne own better ease.


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