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The gods delight in that as well as prayers.
I am———

Orsabrin. Nay, nay.10
Be what thou wilt, I will not question it.
Undo, undo.

Samorat. —thy friend Samorat.

Orsabrin. Ha!

Samorat. Lay by thy wonder, and put on these clothes:
In this disguise thou'lt pass unto the prison gates;
There you shall find one that is taught to know you.15
He will conduct you to the corner of the wood;
And there my horses wait us.
I'll throw this gaoler off in some odd place.

Orsabrin. My better angel![Exeunt

 

Scene IV
Enter Peridor with the other Thieves

Peridor. It is e'en
As hard a world for thieves as honest men:
Nothing to be got; no prize stirring.

1st Thief. None, but one with horses,
Who seem'd to stay for some that were to come;5
And that has made us wait thus long.

Peridor. A lean day's work, but what remedy?
Lawyers, that rob men with their own consent,
Have had the same. Come, call in our perdues:
We will away———[They whistle10

Enter Orsabrin, as seeking the horses

Orsabrin. I hear them now; yonder they are.

Peridor. Hallo! Who are these? any of ours?

Thief. No, stand close; they shall be presently.
Yield! yield!

Orsabrin. Again betray'd!15
There is no end of my misfortune!
Mischief vexes me like a quotidian;
It intermits a little, and returns,
Ere I have lost the memory of
My former fit———

Peridor. Sentences, sentences!20
Away with him,—away with him![Exeunt