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[from aboue.]Enter, Dennis wt h the ffryar vpon his backe,
Dennis
Whether a knavishe or a sinne ffull Load,
or one ore boathe I knwe not massye it is.
and (iff no ffrend,) [at this tyme], will ffor mee. Il bee sorry
ffor myne owne heavinesse: and heares a place,
though neather off the secretest nor the best,
to vnlade my selff off this Iniquity
when I satt late a stryde upon the wall,
to lyft the ladder this wye, [this waye] ffor descent,
mee thought the ffryar look't lyke S george a hors backe,
and I his trusty steede, but nwes no trifflynge,
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[heare on this seate. (nay hold your head upp Ihon,]
[lyke a goodd boy,) ffrely dischardgd our selffes,]
boathe' off suspect and murther, wch lett the covent
to morrow morninge answer, [ffor my part] howe they cann
I'l back the waye wee came whats doon none sawe,
Ith howse nor heare, they answer then the Lawe,
Enter ffryar Richard:
Exit
ff Rich
off all th'Inffirmityes belonginge to [man,] vs
I hold those woorst that will not lett a man
rest in his bedd a nights. and I off that
by reason off a late could I have gott
[and] am at this Instant gulty: wch this rysinge
ffrom a warme bedd in these could ffrosty nights
rather augments then helpes, but all necessityes.
must bee obeyd but soft theres one beeffore mee
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to bee ffryar Ihon my antient adversary,
why Ihon? why brother? what not speake? nay then
I see tis doon off mallyce. and off purpose
only to shame' mee since hee knwes the rest.
[knwe off] take notyce' what a loose man I am growne,
[Post: Fry: Io: [Arras]]
nay prthee sweete ffryar Ihon, I am in hast.
horrible hast: doo but release mee nwe
I am thy ffrend ffor ever: what not heare?
Eather strykes him wth a staffe or Casts a stone.
ffeigne to bee deaff off purpose, and off spight?
then heare is that shall rowse you, are you ffalne
what and still mute and sylent, nay not styrr
Il rowse you wth a vengance. not one limbe.
to doo his woonted offyce, ffoot nor hand,
not a pulse beatinge, no breathe, what no motion,
oh mee off all men lyvinge most accurst
I have doon a ffeare-ffull murder wch our fformer
Inveterate hate, will bee a thousand testates
that I ffor that Insidiated his lyffe,
The deedes [and] apparant, and the offens past pardon,
there's nwe no way but ffly? but ffly wch way
the cloyster gates are all [ff] bard and ffast lockt.
these suddeine mischeiffes should have suddeine shifts
about it bryne? and in good tyme' I ha'te
suspitious rmors have bin lately' spreade,
And more then whispered off th'Incontinent love.
ffryar Ihon boare the knight's Lady had I meanes.
howe to conveighe his body ore the wall.
to any or the least part off the' howse,
It might bee thought the knight in Ielosy
had doon this murder in a Iust revendge.
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to see howe redy still the devill is
to helpe his servants. heare's a Ladder, left.
vpp ffryare: my purpose is to admitt you nwe.
off a newe cloyster, I will sett his body
vpright in the knights porche, and leave' [him] my patron
to answer ffor the ffalt. that hathe more strength
then I to tugge wth Benches [that doon to secure.]
[carry him vp]
[a gulty lyffe, and prsent deathe' wth shame,]
[by the same stepps returne the wye I came]
Exit
Enter the knight. halff vnredy, his Lady after him,
[(Dennis]
D Averne.
Ho denis:
Lady
giue mee reason I intreate.
off these vnquiet sleepes.
D Averne.
you dogg mee Lady
lyke an Ill genius:
Lady:
you weare woont to call mee
your better angell.
D Averne
so I shall doo still,
would you bee take you to yr quiet sleepes
and leave mee to my wakinges:
Lady.
there bee longes
vnto our bedd so sweete a sympathy
I cannot rest wth out you,
D Averne.
to your chamber
theare may growe elce a worse' antypathy,
beetwixt your love and myne I tell you Lady
myne is no womans busines, no reply,
your least Infforced prsance, att this tyme
will but begett, what you would loathe to beare,
quarrell and harshe vnkindnes,
Lady:
ever your lipps
have bin to mee a Lawe. I suspect more.
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but though prvention canott helpe what's past,
Coniugall ffaythe may expresse it selff at last.
Daverne,
why Denis ho, awake and ryse in hast,
[wt hin] Denis.
what is your Lord-shipp madd.
D Averne.
Knwest thou whats past
and canst thou skape this danger,
Denis
Did I not tell you
that all was saffe, the body too disposed,
better then in his grave
D Averne.
strange thoughts sollicite mee
vpp and Inquire about the cloyster' wall.
what noyse thou hearest. Iff any pryvate whisperinge
or lowder vprore bout the murder ryse,
Denis
I shall I shall syr.
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guilt thoughe it weare a smoothe and peace ffull fface,
yet is wthin ffull off seditious thoughts
that makes continuall [vprore] ffaction
exit.
Enter ffryar Richard wt h ffryar Ihon vpon his backe,
ff Richard:
This is the porch that leades into the Hall.
heare rest ffor thyne and myne owne better ease
this havinge doon to prvent deathe and shame,
by the same stepps I'l back the wye I came
[Fryer sett vp & left.]
exit
Enter Denis halff vnredy
Denis:
This is the penalty beelonges to servyce.
masters still plott to theire' owne pryvate ends.
and wee that are theire' slaves and ministers.
are cheiff still in the troble they Ingrosse
the pleasure, and the proffitt and wee only
the swett and payne: my Lord hathe doon a mischieffe
and nwe I must not sleepe ffor't. what art thou,
none off the howse suer I should knwe thy fface then,
Beesydes my Lord giues no such [liberty] lyvery
nwe In the name off heaven what art thou speake,
speake Iff thou bee'st a man, or iff a ghost
then glyde hence' lyke a shadowe. tis the oh:
the ffryar hathe nimbly skipt back ore' the wall
hath lyke a surly Iustyce bencht him selff
and sitts heare to accuse vs: wheres my Lord.
Helpe Helpe. his murdered ghost is com ffrom hell.
on earthe to cry vindicta,
Enter L. D'averne.
[(to dennis.]
D Averne.
what Clamors this:?
Denis.
oh syr'
D Avern.
why hwe ist Denis:
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never woorse,: the ffryar syr
D Averne.
what off him,
Denis.
the slave that would not leave the place but carried
Is off him-selff com back:
D Averne.
whether?
Denis.
looke theire.
D Averne.
that wch I tooke' to bee meare ffantasy
I ffinde nwe to bee real murder is
a Cryinge sinne, and Canott bee conceald,
yet his returne is strange:
Denis
tis most prodigious,
the very thought off it hath putt a Creeke
into my necke all redy
L Avern:
one ffurther desperate' tryall I will make.
and putt it to adventer.
Dennis.
prye howe that Syr
L Averne
Theres in my stable an oul'd stallion once,
a lusty horse but nwe past servyce.
Dennis:
godd syr
D Averne.
him Il have sadled and Capparrisond.
heare in the' hall a rusty Armor hanges,
pistolls in rotten cases an ould sword
and a Cast lance to all these sutable,
Il have them Instantly tooke Downe,
Dennis:
and then,
D Aver,
In these I'l arme' the' ffryar' ffrom head to knee.
mount him Into his saddle, wth stronge cords.
there bind him ffast: and to his gantlet hnd.
ffasten his Lance, ffor basses tis no matter
these his grey skyrts will serve. thus armd thus monte«d»
and thus saccoutred. wth his beaver vpp
turne him out off the gates. neither attended
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to seeke a desperate ffortune,
Denis:
hee may so Iff hee please,
ryde post vnto the Devill.
D Averne.
this I'l see doonn
tis a decree determinde,
Denis:
Capp a pe
Il see him armd and monted.
[Exeunt]
Enter ffryar Richard:
ff Rich:
this murder canott bee so smoothred vpp
but I in th'end shall paye ffort. but ffeare still
is wittye in prvention, nwe ffor Instance.
there's but one reffuge left mee, thats to ffly
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am a badd ffoott-man, yet these difficultyes.
I can thus helpe there to this place beelonges
A mare that every second dyes Imployde,
to carry corne and ffetch meale ffrom the Mill
distant som halff league off I by this beast.
will ffashion myne escape, what baker ho,
Baker
[wt hin]
whats hee that calls so early
ff Richard.
I ffryar Richard:
Baker,
what would you have that you are sturringe thus
An hower beeffore the Dawne.
ff Richard.
I canott sleepe
and vnderstadinge theres meale redy grownd,
wch thou must ffetch this morninge ffrom the mill
Il save thee so much payes. lend mee the beast,
and lett mee fforthe the gate, I'l bringe boathe backe
eare the bell ringe to mattens
Baker,
marry ffryar ritchard
wth all my hart and thanke' yee, I'l but ryse,
and halter her, then lett you fforthe the gate,
you'l save mee so mch labour:
ff Richad.
this ffalls out
as I coold wishe, and in a ffortnate hower
ffar better then to too legges trust to ffower
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