_1 Mer._ Sure h'as some strange design in hand, he starts so.
_2 Mer._ This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure.
_Gos._ View all her body,
_Cla._ 'Tis exact and excellent.
_Gos._ Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly?
Her mind is ten times sweeter, ten times nobler,
And but to hear her speak, a Paradise,
And such a love she bears to me, a chaste love,
A vertuous, fair, and fruitful love: 'tis now too
I am ready to enjoy it; the Priest ready, _Clause_,
To say the holy words shall make us happy,
This is a cruelty beyond mans study,
All these are ready, all our joyes are ready,
And all the expectation of our friends,
'Twill be her death to do it.
_Cla._ Let her dye then.
_Gos._ Thou canst not: 'tis impossible.
_Cla._ It must be.
_Gos._ 'Twill kill me too, 'twill murder me: by heaven _Clause_
I'le give thee half I have; come thou shalt save me.
_Cla._ Then you must go with me: I can stay no longer,
If ye be true, and noble.
_Gos._ Hard heart, I'le follow:
Pray ye all go in again, and pray be merry,
I have a weighty business, (give my Cloak there,)
_Enter_ Servant (_with a Cloak.
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