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of Feuershame.

I fasten on my spectacles so close,
As nothing can any way offend my sight,
Then as I put a leafe within my nose,
So put I rubarbe to auoid the smell,
And softly as another worke I paint,

Mos.
Tis very well, but against when shall I haue it,

Cla.
Within this ten dayes,

Mos.
Twill serue the turne.
Now Ales lets in, and see what cheere you keepe,
I hope now M. Arden is from home,
Youle giue me leaue to play your husbands part.

Ales.
Mosbie you know whose maister of my hart,
He well may be the master of the house.Exeunt,

Here enters Greene and Bradshaw,


Brad.
See you them that coms yonder M. Greene?

Gren.
I very well, doo you know them?

Here enters Blacke Will and Shakebagge.


Brad.
The one I knowe not, but he seemes a knaue,
Cheefly for bearing the other company:
For such a slaue, so vile a roge as he,
Lyues not againe vppon the earth,
Black-will is his name I tell you M. Greene,
At Bulloine he and I were fellow souldiers,
Where he plaid such prankes,
As all the Campe feard him for his villany:
I warrant you he beares so bad a minde,
That for a croune heele murther any man.

Gre.
The fitter is he for my purpose mary.

Will.
How now fellow Bradshaw,
Whether away so earely?

Brad.
O Will times are changed, no fellows now,
Though we were once together in the field,
Yet thy freend to doo thee any good I can.

Will
Why Bradshawe was not thou and I,
Fellow souldiers at Bulloine:
Wher I was a corporall, and thou but a base mercenarye groome?

No