Wherein, trust me, you show a noble mind, 270

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That rather than you’ll live with him you hate,

You’ll venture life, and die with him you love.

The like will I do for my Susan’s sake.

Alice. Yet nothing could inforce me to the deed

But Mosbie’s love. Might I without control

Enjoy thee still, then Arden should not die:

But seeing I cannot, therefore let him die.

Mosbie. Enough, sweet Alice; thy kind words makes me melt.

Your trick of poisoned pictures we dislike;

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Alice. Ay, such as might be put into his broth,

And yet in taste not to be found at all.

Clarke. I know your mind, and here I have it for you.

Put but a dram of this into his drink,

Or any kind of broth that he shall eat,

And he shall die within an hour after.

Alice. As I am a gentlewoman, Clarke, next day

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