_Fisher_. And yet I dowbt hee will make but a bald reckninge of it.
_Enter the Lord De Averne and his man Dennis_.
_Av_. Staye the execution.
_Abb_. Our noble fownder out of his greate charity
And woonted goodnes begg'd him a reprieve!
_Av_. Brought a reprieve I have: lett go the Fryar,
And take from mee your warrant; I dischardge him.
_Sherif_. And yet, my Lord, 'tis fitt for our dischardge
That the Kinge's hand bee seene.
_Av_. If not my woord
Will passe for currant, take my person then,
Or if you thinke unequall the exchaunge
I tender my man's too to valewe his.
Meanetyme dismisse him as one Innocent
Of what hee is condemde.
_Abb_. By his owne mouthe
Hee stands accus'd.
_Av_. And wetnes all of you,
As frely I acquitt him.
_Sher_. Honored Syr,
Praye bee more playne, wee understand you not.
_Av_. I'l make it playne then.
_Cl_. Now if thou bee'st wyse drawe thy neck out of the collar, doo,
Slipp-stringe, doo.
_Rich_. Marry, with all my hart and thanke him too.
_Av_. Attend mee, reverend father, and you all
Of this assembly: for som spleene conceiv'd
Against the Fryar deceast, I strangled him;
The cause why no man heare importun mee:
For many reasons to my self best knowne
I hold fitt to conceale it, but I murdered him
In myne owne howse.
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