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with my daggers poynte And never make thys parley; but I'me kynde, And youle confes it when you reade that letter. You knowe the charackter & the whole scope Ere you peruse one worde, I make no questyon. But reade it, doe, that whyle you seeme to reede You may make readye for another worlde. Why doe you studye? flatter not your selfe With hope of an excusse. _Gab_. You are not madd! _Gan_. Yes, foorsoothe, I will confes my selfe emptye of sence, Dealinge with suche a wyttie sparke as you. Theres no comparysson: a sparke, sayd I? I meant a bonefyer made of wytt & lust; One nourryshes another. Have you doone? Does any thynge you reade allay your coldnes. _Gab_. You thynke thys letter myne? _Gan_. I doe indeede, And will with horror to thy wanton thoughts Make thee confes it, that thy soule beinge easd May fly away the sooner. _Gab_. What you-- _Gan_. Fond woman, doe not trust me, there is deathe And undyssembld ruyne in my words. Make your prayrs quycklye. _Gab_. I protest unto you, As I have contyence & a soule to save-- _Gan_. That's a fantastycke oathe; proceede, proceede. _Gab_. I did not wryte thys letter nor have seene _Richard_ synce it was wrytten: what was doone He & my mother wrought it. _Gan_. Shall I beleive you? are you vertuous? _Gab_. Examyne but the ende & then adjudge me. _Gan_. Then my suspytyon proves a false conceyte, And I am wondrous glad to have it so Because it proves you honest. I am nowe Agayne resolvd that _Richard_ was a vyllayne, And therefore am I gladd agayne, because He hathe what he deservd & has no more. _Gab_. He did deserve your seryous contempt And is rewarded with it. _Gan_. And with deathe. _Gab_. Ha! oh is he murderd then? _Gan_. Does that amaze you? Yes I have murderd hym & it becomes The gloryous parte of conquerynge my selfe, To say hereafter, when I would relate A storye worth attentyon, that thys hande, Thys constant ryght hand, did deliver me In spyghte of dottage & my naturall pittye. _Gab_. O you are falne into the bloodyest cryme That ever tyrant threatned. _Gan_. Idle feare. _Gab_. Come, y'are a vyllayne & most bloodye slave, One that your spotted synns make odyous, For _Rychard_ was all good & vertuous. Dispayre nowe maks me honest & Ile speake Truthe with true testymonye, for here it comes. _Enter Eldegrade_. We twoe contryved & wrytt these charracters, By Heaven we did; twas onlye we that spreade Th
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