of Feuershame.
Wil.
You deale to mildely, with the pesant, thus it is,
Tis kowne to vs you loue mosbies sister.
We know besides that you haue tane your oath,
To further Mosbie to your mistres bed,
And kill your M. for his sisters sake.
Now sir, a poorer coward then your selfe,
Was neuer fostered in the coast of Kent.
How comes it then, that such aknaue as you
Dare sweare a matter of such consequence?
Gre.
Ah will.
Will.
Tush giue me leaue, thers no more but this,
Sith thou hast sworne, we dare discouer all.
And hadst thou or shouldst thou vtter it,
We haue deuised a complat vnder hand
What euer shall betide to any of vs:
To send thee roundly to the diuell of hell.
And therefore thus, I am the very man,
Markt in my birth howre by the destynies,
To giue an end to Ardens lyfe on earth,
Thou but a member, but to whet the knife,
Whose edge must search the closet of his breast.
Thy office is but to appoint the place,
And traine thy M. to his tragedy.
Myne to performe it, when occasion serues.
Then be not nice, but here deuise with vs,
How and what way, we may conclude his death.
Sha.
So shalt thou purchase, Mosbie for thy frend
And by his frendship gaine his sisters loue.
Gre.
So shal thy mistres be thy fauorer,
And thou disburdned of the oath thou made.
Mic.
Wel gentlemen I cannot but confesse,
Sith you haue vrdged me so aparantly,
That I haue vowed my M. Ardens death,
And he whose kindly loue and liberall hand,
Doth challenge naught but good deserts of me,
I wil delyuer ouer to your hands.
