his land, we’ll kill him. 93

93

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Shakebag. Ay, thy mother, thy sister, thy brother,

or all thy kin.

Greene. Well, this it is: Arden of Feversham

Hath highly wronged me about the Abbey land,

That no revenge but death will serve the turn.

Will you two kill him? here’s the angels down,

And I will lay the platform of his death. 100

100

Will. Plat me no platforms; give me the money, and

I’ll stab him as he stands pissing against a wall, but

I’ll kill him.

Shakebag. Where is he?

Greene. He is now at London, in Aldersgate Street.

Shakebag. He’s dead as if he had been condemned by

an Act of Parliament, if once Black Will and I

swear his death.

Greene. Here is ten pound, and when he is dead,

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