_Abb_. But by your Honor's favour
How can that bee when _Richard_ heere confest
Hee slewe him in our cloyster?
_Av_. Heare me outt.
At fyrst, untutcht with horror of the fact,
My purpose was to laye the guilt elswhear
And for that purpose caus'd my man to mount him
Over the cloyster wall.
_Denis_. Which soone I did
By th'helpe of a short ladder, sett him theire
In a close-place and thoughe not of the sweetest
Yet as I thought the safest; left him there.
_Fr. R_. Just in that place I found him, and imadgining
He satt of purpose theire to despight mee,
I hitt him with a stone, hee fell withall
And I thought I had slayne him.
_Dennis_. But howe the Devill
Gott hee into our porch? that woonders mee.
_Fr. R_. I fownd a ladder theire.
_Den_. The same I left.
_Fr. R_. Gott him upon my shoolders and by that
Conveighd him back and left him in that porch,
Wheare, as it seemes, you fownd him.
_Av_. This troblinge us, it drove us to newe plotts.
We arm'd the Fryar, accoutred as you sawe,
Mounted him on a stallion, lock't him fast
Into the saddle, turn'd him forthe the gates
To trye a second fortune.
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