This cheers my heart; Master Greene, I’ll leave you,

For I must to the Isle of Sheppy with speed.

Greene. Before you go, let me intreat you

To carry this letter to Mistress Arden of Feversham

And humbly recommend me to herself.

Bradshaw. That will I, Master Greene, and so farewell. 80

80

Here, Will, there’s a crown for thy good news.

Will. Farewell, Bradshaw; I’ll drink no water for thy

sake whilst this lasts.—Now, gentleman, shall we

have your company to London?

Greene. Nay, stay, sirs:

A little more I needs must use your help,

And in a matter of great consequence,

Wherein if you’ll be secret and profound,

I’ll give you twenty angels for your pains. 89

89

Will. How? twenty angels? give my fellow George

Shakebag and me twenty angels? And if thou’lt

have thy own father slain, that thou may’st inherit

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