Though you will give the wealth of Christendome.

_Mer_. But yet conceale it, for the love of God;
If otherwise, I know not what to do.

_Wil_. Here is my hand, ile never utter it;
Assure your selfe of that, and so farewell.

_Mer_. But sweare to me, as God shall help thy soule,
Thou wilt not tell it unto any one.

_Wil_. I will not sweare, but take my honest worde,
And so farewell. My soule assureth me [_Exit Merry and Rach_.
God will revenge this damn'd iniquitie.
What shall become of me unhappie wretch?
I dare not lodge within my Maisters house,
For feare his murthrous hand should kill me too.
I will go walke and wander up and downe,
And seeke some rest, untill the day appeare.
At the _Three Cranes_,[9] in some Haye loft ile lye,
And waile my maisters comming miserie.

[_Exit_.



[SCENE IV.]


_Enter Fallerio solus_.