A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 4 by Unknown
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As will not winck at your iniquitie.
_Allen_. By heaven and earth my soule is innocent! Say what you will, I know my conscience. _Fal_.--To be afflicted with a scourge of care, Which my oreweaning rashnesse did infflict. _Turq_. Come, beare him hence! expostulate no more; That heart that could invent such treachery, Can teach his face to brave it cunninglie. _Alen_. I do defie your accusations; Let me have justice, I will answere it. _Vesuv_. So, beare him hence! I meane to stay behinde, To take possession of his goods and landes For the Dukes use: it is too manifest. _Allen_. I hope youle answere anything you doe. My Lord _Vesuvio_, you shall answere it, And all the rest that use extremities. _Alber_. I, to the Dukes Exchecker, not to you. [_Exeunt omnes; manet Falleria_. _Fal_. Thus shades are caught when substances are fled. Indeede they have my garments, but my selfe Am close enough from their discoverie; |
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