I’ll pay him home, whatever hap to me.

Alice. But speak you as you think?

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Greene. Ay, God’s my witness, I mean plain dealing,

For I had rather die than lose my land.

Alice. Then, Master Greene, be counsellèd by me:            520

520

Indanger not yourself for such a churl,

But hire some cutter for to cut him short,

And here’s ten pound to wager them withal;

When he is dead, you shall have twenty more,

And the lands whereof my husband is possess’d

Shall be intitled as they were before.

Greene. Will you keep promise with me?

Alice. Or count me false and perjured whilst I live.

Greene. Then here’s my hand, I’ll have him so dispatched.

I’ll up to London straight, I’ll thither post, 530

530

And never rest till I have compassed it.

Till then farewell.

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