A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 4 by Unknown
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_Fall_. Oh that was nothing but to blind the eyes Of my fond sonne, which loves him too too well. _Mer_. It is enough, it shall be surely done. [_Exeunt om_. [SCENE VI.] _Enter Merry and Rachel with a bag_. _Mer_. What, hast thou sped? have you bought the bag? _Rach_. I, brother, here it is; what is't to do? _Mer_. To beare hence _Beeches_ body in the night. _Rach_. You cannot beare so great a waight your selfe, And tis no trusting of another man. _Mer_. Yes well enough, as I will order it. Ile cut him peece-meale; first his head and legs Will be one burthen; then the mangled rest, Will be another, which I will transport, Beyond the water in a Ferryboate, And throw it into _Paris-garden_ ditch,[16] |
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