of Fewershame.
Here enters Michaell.
Michael.
To fetch my masters nagge,
I hope youle thinke on mee.
Ales.
I But Michaell see yon keepe your oath,
And be as secret, as you are resolute.
Michaell.
Ile see he shall not liue aboue a weeke.
Ales.
On that condition Michaell here is my hand
None shall haue Mosbies sister but thy selfe.
Michaell.
I vnderstand the Painter heere hard by,
Hath made reporte that he and Sue is sure.
Ales.
There's no such matter Michaell beleeue it not,
Michael.
But he hath sent a dagger sticking in a hart,
With a verse or two stollen from a painted cloath:
The which I heere the wench keepes in her chest,
Well let her kepe it, I shall finde a fellow
That can both write and read, and make rime too,
And if I doo, well, I say no more:
Ile send from London such a taunting letter,
As shall eat the hart he sent with salt.
And fling the dagger at the Painters head.
Ales.
What needes all this, I say that Susan's thine
Michaell.
Why then I say that I will kill my master
Or any thing that you will haue me doo.
Ales.
But Michaell see you doo it cunningly.
Michaell.
Why, say I should be tooke, ile nere confesse,
That you know any thing, and Susan being a Maide,
May begge me from the gallous of the Shriefe.
Ales.
Truste not to that Michaell.
Michaell.
You can not tell me, I haue seene it I,
But mistres tell her whether I liue or die.
Ile make her more woorth then twenty Painters can,
For I will rid myne elder brother away:
And then the farme of Bolton is mine owne.
Who would not venture vpon house and land?
When he may haue it for a right downe blowe.
