26992506Stew. Slaue thou ha
st slaine me, Villaine take my pur
se:
27002507If euer thou wilt thriue, bury my body,
27012508And giue the Letters which thou
find
st about me
27022509To
Edmund Earle of Glo
ster,
seeke him out, vpon
27032510The Briti
sh party: ô vntimely death! death.
27042512Edg. I know thee well, a
seruiceable villaine,
27052513As dutious to the vices of thy Mi
stris,
27082516Edg, Sit you downe father, re
st you, lets
see his pockets,
27092517The
se Letters that he
speakes of may be my friends,
27102518Hee's dead, I am onely
sorry he had no other death
sman.
27112519Let vs
see, leaue gentle wax, and manners blame vs not,
27132520To know our enemies minds wee'd rip their hearts,
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.
27222530Your wife (
so I would
say) & your a
ffe
ctionate
seruant,
27242532Edg. O vndi
stingui
sht
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 po
st vn
san
cti
fied
27282536Of murtherous letchers, and in the mature time
27292537With this vngracious paper
strike the
sight
27302538Of the death pra
cti
sd Duke, for him tis well,
27312539That of his death and bu
sine
sse I can tell.
27322540Glo. The King is mad, how
sti
ffe is my vilde
sen
se,
27342541That I
stand vp, and haue ingenious feeling
Of