A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 6 by Unknown
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Thus shall you perform your office aright,
For favour or money to spare the offendent. TYRANNY. So may I also, of malice or spite, Or rancour of mind,[37] punish the innocent. But I will be ruled by thine arbitrament, And will favour such as will my hand grease. The devil is a good fellow, if one can him please:[38] [HYP. And you are one of his sons, methink, by your head.] But to follow our business great pains we do take; On an hasty message we were fit to be sent. HYPOCRISY [_Aside_]. When I lie a-dying, I will you messengers make: You ply you so fast, you are too-too diligent. Whoop how, Master Zeal, whither are ye bent? AVARICE. Hark! methought one hallooed, and called you by name. TYRANNY. I would it were Hypocrisy. AVARICE. It is the very same. What, Master Hypocrisy, for you I have sought This hour or two, but could you not find. |
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