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The foureth Scene
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The foureth Scene
To them Theophilus and Raven.Rhe.
Saw you a gentlewoman sir?
Mal.
Her sweet hart! let us avoid him least we be discover'd.
Rhe.
I'le home and be drunk, and then perhaps grow friends
with you.
Exeunt.
The.
The Merchants? were they not?
Rav.
Doubtlesse the same.
The.
What Gentlewoman should that be they askt for?
Rav.
Some Bonaroba they have been sporting with. Your
outlandish merchants are notable barterers for such English ware
Many of them keep their recreations at pension; and sometimes
two copartners will share as even nightly.
The.
That's strange; if love will brooke no rivalls, lust should
Being the more raging passion.
Rav.
'Tis common.
The.
How common?
Rev.
Wenching is like freindship hath all things common.
The.
The mist is great: have we not lost our way?
We might e're this have got to th'waters side
Though we had trod a labyrinth.
Raven draws and runns at Theophilus, and he turning back wounds Rav.
Rav.
Over this stile and then
The.
Ha! what devill mov'd thee to attempt it.
Rav.
Pox on these French blades; no point!
With mine owne ruine. Hell hath left me yet
One meanes t'expresse my malice. In my death
Dye to all knowledge of thy self; the world
Besides me ownes it not—
Fals and lyes as if he were dead.
The.
I cannot give
Utterance unto my thoughts; the narrow passage
Is choakt up with a multitude, that strive
Which should first issue forth. How fruitlesse envy
Brings on its own destruction! Innocence
Is proofe 'gainst all the battery of malice:
And he that's arm'd with't needs not feare t'encounter
The most severe tribunall. Though I am
Guiltlesse to heaven, yet I shal appeare
Foule to opinion wanting testimony;
And th'act makes me the lawes; I am no more
The subject of my conscience, which by judgement
Must be determin'd. Can I not prevent it?
Flight may procure my safety. 'Twill bring on
A greater danger, and cause supposition
That I am guilty by the circumstance
Of mine owne feares.
Within.
Help, help, a rape. Villaine keep back.
The.
Horrors on both sides round me.
Hath my crosse fortune found new instruments
To draw more mischiefes on me! By the voyce
(A womans weakly utter'd, as if fainting
Under some violence) 'tis neer this hedge.
I'le ayd her, though my ruine lay in ambush
With twenty murderers.
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