If you be willing that it shall be so.

Mosbie. Ah, Master Clarke, it resteth at my grant:

You see my sister’s yet at my dispose,

But, so you’ll grant me one thing I shall ask,

I am content my sister shall be yours.

Clarke. What is it, Master Mosbie?

Mosbie. I do remember once in secret talk 610

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You told me how you could compound by art

A crucifix impoisoned,

That whoso look upon it should wax blind

And with the scent be stifled, that ere long

He should die poisoned that did view it well.

I would have you make me such a crucifix.

And then I’ll grant my sister shall be yours.

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Clarke. Though I am loth, because it toucheth life,

Yet, rather or I’ll leave sweet Susan’s love,

I’ll do it, and with all the haste I may. 620

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