How causeless they have injured her and me.

Arden. And I will lie at London all this term

To let them see how light I weigh their words. 360

360

Alice. Husband, sit down; your breakfast will be cold.

Arden. Come, Master Mosbie, will you sit with us?

Mosbie. I cannot eat, but I’ll sit for company.

Arden. Sirrah Michael, see our horse be ready.

Alice. Husband, why pause ye? why eat you not?

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Arden. I am not well; there’s something in this broth

That is not wholesome: didst thou make it, Alice?

Alice. I did, and that’s the cause it likes not you.

There’s nothing that I do can please your taste;

You were best to say I would have poisoned you. 370

370

I cannot speak or cast aside my eye,

But he imagines I have stepped awry.

Here’s he that you cast in my teeth so oft:

Now will I be convinced or purge myself.

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