of Feuershame.
But did you marke me then how I brake of?
Mosbie
I Ales, and it was cunningly performed,
But what a villaine is this painter Clarke?
Ales.
Was it not a goodly poyson that he gaue?
Why he's as well now, as he was before.
It should haue bene some fine confection,
That might haue giuen the broth some daintie taste,
This powder was to grosse and populos.
Mosbie.
But had he eaten but three spoonefulles more,
Then had he died, and our loue continued.
Ales.
Why so it shall Mosbie, albeit he liue,
Mosbie.
It is vnpossible, for I haue sworne,
Neuer hereafter to solicite thee,
Or whylest he liues, once more importune thee.
Ales.
Thou shalt not neede I will importune thee.
What shall an oath make thee forsake my loue?
As if I haue not sworne as much my selfe,
And giuen my hand vnto him in the church,
Tush Mosbie oathes are wordes, and words is winde,
And winde is mutable: then I conclude,
Tis childishnes to stand vpon an oath.
Mos.
Well proued Mistres Ales, yet by your leaue,
Ile keepe mine vnbroken, whilest he liues.
Ales.
I doo, and spare not, his time is but short,
For if thou beest as resolute as I,
Weele haue him murdered, as he walkes the streets:
In London many alehouse Ruffins keepe,
Which as I heare will murther men for gould,
They shall be soundly fed, to pay him home:
Here enters Greene.
Mos.
Ales whats he that comes yonder, knowest thou him
Ales.
Mosbie be gone, I hope tis one that comes
To put in practise our intended drifts.
Exit Mosbie.
Gre.
Mistres Arden you are well met,
I am sorry that your husband is from home,
