26992506Stew. Slaue thou hast slaine me, Villaine take my purse:

27002507If euer thou wilt thriue, bury my body,

27012508And giue the Letters which thou findst about me

27022509To Edmund Earle of Gloster, seeke him out, vpon

27032510The British party: ô vntimely death! death.

27042512Edg. I know thee well, a seruiceable villaine,

27052513As dutious to the vices of thy Mistris,

27062514As badnesse would desire.

27072515Glo. What is he dead?

27082516Edg, Sit you downe father, rest you, lets see his pockets,

27092517These Letters that he speakes of may be my friends,

27102518Hee's dead, I am onely sorry he had no other deathsman.

27112519Let vs see, leaue gentle wax, and manners blame vs not,

27132520To know our enemies minds wee'd rip their hearts,

27142521Their papers is more lawfull.

27162523 Let your reciprocall vowes be remembred,

2524You haue many opportunities to cut him off.

27172525If your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered.

27182526There is nothing done: If he returne the Conqueror,

27192527Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my Iayle,

27202528From the loath'd warmth whereof deliuer me,

2529And supply the place for your labour.

27242532Edg. O vndistinguisht space of womans wit,

27252533A plot vpon her vertuous husbands life,

27262534And the exchange my Brother: heere in the sands

27272535Thee Ile rake vp, the post vnsanctified

27282536Of murtherous letchers, and in the mature time

27292537With this vngracious paper strike the sight

27302538Of the death practisd Duke, for him tis well,

27312539That of his death and businesse I can tell.

27322540Glo. The King is mad, how stiffe is my vilde sense,

27342541That I stand vp, and haue ingenious feeling