Will. What ’mends shall I have for my broken head? 60

60

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Prentice. Marry, this ’mends, that if you get you not

away all the sooner, you shall be well beaten and

sent to the Counter.      [Exit Prentice.

[Exit Prentice.

Will. Well, I’ll be gone, but look to your signs, for I’ll

pull them down all. Shakebag, my broken head

grieves me not so much as by this means Arden

hath escaped.

I had a glimpse of him and his companion.

Greene. Why, sirs, Arden’s as well as I; I met him and

Franklin going merrily to the ordinary. What, dare

you not do it? 71

71

Will. Yes, sir, we dare do it; but, were my consent to

give again, we would not do it under ten pound

more. I value every drop of my blood at a French

crown. I have had ten pound to steal a dog, and we

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