BROMLEY

I say, that life is forfeit: and I'll enter on all. The law is on my side. I'll not be bound to the peace. Here's twenty angels: work it good Master Griffin, work it; and you shall be my everlasting Attorney. But if you fail, you must return. Then help to undo me. I'll have my Actium against the Rogues. Help, help. Good master Griffin, your breath's stron gest, yawle, yawle. Your tongue could never stand your Clients in more stead. Thieves, Lawyers, Rogues, Harlots, and Innkeepers, are men's purgations. Griffin has cheated me: took twenty and gels from me; thieves took them from him. He promised to draw Sager to compound; now the day's gone against me. O I could wish my nails turned Vulturos talons, That I might tear their flesh in mammocks, raise My losses from their carcases turned Mummy. Now Kitlin, what would you have? What's that to me? This is plain begging. Minion, fallen to work, And earn supply to wants with diligent labour. For Vasters sake I will not urge the Statute. Boy, I'll smoke you for't. Good evening to you Sir. Saw you not M r Sager, Sir, of late? This is his walk: I would feign speak with him. Sir, for no harm. Good night M. Benjamin; you needs not doubt me. If I could meet him at the advantage now, He is the Foul I'ld shoot at. His life done, The Farm is mine. O you, whose Hope's depend, Like Imgring shadows, on another's end, What needs you wait with patience nature's leisure, When such and engine can soon work your pleasure? Tarry: yonder's a man—now by his habit It should be Sager. What? and fast asleep? Wished opportunity to my revenge. I'll kill him ere he wakes. Stay, grant he should In this unbeaten meadow lately act Some horrid sin, please his adulterous lust: I should then with his body strike his soul, And sink them both together. Reason no further Thou chiding conscience. See, the Fates have placed Him fit for vengeance: enemy, sleep thy last. He's Planet-struck, fallen down: now to my Farm. He that would rise, must thank his wit or arm. O but my murder! pish, who ever stood In Fortune's height, without some touch of blood? I cannot be at rest: I must needs see, If this late murdered corpse removed be. Some gold I have put up in this Portmantua: If I should be pursued, this may relieve me. Ay me! the body's gone: sure it's revealed: Murder from heavens eye cannot be concealed. What shall I do? fit down: lie there, my gold. O me, the Country's up, what shall I do? Where be they, Sir? You said they were Fairies. Come bridle up this fury. What will you say, if I can produce you the plotter, abettor, or at least accessary to this villainy? What if the picklock can open the chest of all this stratagem? No, she was lose I warrant you: how could we have God in, if she had not opened the door? Your cousin Nice and I came from a hurly-burly ith' Jail. Your sons man has broke from his keeper. And as we were coming, we met this woe man very supitiously stealing out. Come, will you walk? I'll lead, widow, come you next. Master Nice, you'll follow. O Sir, you are well met; you broke from the Jail last night. Apprehend him master Nice. Let him look as sharp, as and Apparitors nails, we'll blunt him I warrant you. Sirrah, I charge you stand. O help, help— This way, this way: here—O have we found you? Your father gave us charge to have the widow To master Justice Surly's; he suspects her To have some hand i'th robbery to night. Sir it concerns you; he has lost 300. pound. Dead? I'll go take possession presently. My time is come, I will not loose and hour. As much as a Puritan has upon a good feast. I am a villain. My narrow heart cannot be capable Of this huge bulk of sorrow. It must out. Now, to whose bosom better then my friends? This hand killed Sager. Nay, do your worst. It but chance medley, accidental slaughter. Intending with my Piece to strike a fowl, Against my will the cock went down, and he Stood in death's way. It was his destiny. But Griffin, hark you—let not your tongue stir. Do not I know you for a forgerer? And more—you wot—let not your tongue be lose. Where? who? Your company, sweet widow. Give me so me Sack and Aquam vitae. I will be drunk presently. Give is some Sack, I say: must tut, &c. Nay then, take me with you. Thus— Happiness grant, that no Hare cross him ith' way: his superstitious legs will retire, though we hang for't. Come, shall we keep the rule of the place, and drink drunk now? Not guilty? Who testifies against me! Oh, I am lost. My Lord, I'm guilty: so is Griffin too: He did conceal the fact, that I did do, We shared the Lands together. I do most freely yield it. Ho master Gripe? what, your chamber door open thus carely? how now, bound? gagged? what rogues have be here?