So, so, good night, how fortune dotes on impudence,
I am in priuate the adopted sonne of yon good Prince,
I must be Duke, why if I must, I must,
Most silly Lord, name me? O heauen
I see God made honest fooles, to maintaine craftie knaues:
The dutches is wholy mine too; must kill her husband
To quit her shame, mutch: then marry her: I,
O •…•… grow prowd in prosperous trecherie,
As wrestlers clip, so ile imbrac•…•… you all,
Not to support, but to procure your fall.
Enter Maleuole.
Mal.
At the diuels, ha you treacherous damnable monster,
How doost▪ how doost thou treacherous roage,
Ha ye•…•… rascall, I am banish the Court, Sirra.
Mend.
P•…•…ethee lets be acquainted, I do loue thee faith.
Mal.
At your seruice, by the Lord law, shals go to supper, Lets be once drunke together▪ and so vnite a most vertu∣ously strengt•…•…ned friendship, shals H•…•…gonot, shals?
Mend.
Wilt •…•…ll vpon my chamber to morrow morne.
Mal.
As a Rauen to a dunghill, they say ther's one dead here p•…•…ickt for the pride of the flesh.
Mend
Fernez: there he is, prey thee bury him.
Mal.
O most willingly, I meane to turne pure Rochell Churchman, I.
Mend.
Thou Churchman, why? why?
Mal
Because ile liue lazely, faile vpon authoritie, deny Kings supremacie in things indifferent, and bee a Pope in mine owne parish.
Mend.
Wherefore doo'st thou thinke Churches were made?
Mal.
To scoure Plough shar•…•… 〈◊〉〈◊〉 〈◊〉〈◊〉 〈◊〉〈◊〉 plough vp Altars:
Et nunc •…•…ges 〈◊〉〈◊〉 〈◊〉〈◊〉▪