A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 4 by Unknown
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Therefore sweare both, as you respect your soules,
At the last dreadfull sessions held in heaven, First to conceale, and next to execute, What I reveale, and shall enioyne you to. _Both_. So you rewarde us, whatsoever it be, We vowe performance, and true secrecie. _Fall_. There go aside, yee seeming semblances, Of equall justice, and true pietie, And lay my hearts corrupted Cytadell Wide open to your thoughts to look into. Know I am named _Fallerio_ to deceive The world with shew of truth and honestie, But yet nor truth, nor honestie abides Within my thoughts, but falshood, crueltie, Blood-sucking _Avarice_, and all the sinnes, That hale men on to bloodie stratagems, Like to your selves, which care not how you gaine, By blood, extorcion, falshood, periurie, So you may have a pleasing recompence: [_They start_. Start not aside, depart not from your selves, I know your composition is as mine, Of bloud, extortion, falshood, periurie, True-branded with the marke of wickednesse. 1 _Ruffin_. Be not so bitter; we are they indeede, That would deprive our fathers of their lives, So we were sure to have a benefit: I way no more the murthring of a child, |
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