_Fall_. Come then, away, that we may take in hand, To have possession of my brothers land, His goods and all untill he come of age To rule and governe such possessions.-- That shalbe never, or ile misse my marke, Till I surrender up my life to death: And then my Sonne shalbe his fathers heire, And mount aloft to honors happy chaire. [_Exeunt omnes_. [SCENE III.] _Enter Merry, solus_. _Beech_ hath a score of pounds to helpe his neede, And I may starve ere he will lend it me: But in dispight ile have it ere I sleepe, Although I send him to eternall rest. But, shallow foole, thou talkst of mighty things, And canst not compasse what thou dost conceive. Stay, let me see, ile fetch him to my house, And in my garret quickly murther him: The night conceales all in her pitchie cloake, And none can open what I meane to hide. But then his boy will say I fetcht him foorth: I am resolv'd he shall be murthered to [_sic_]; This toole shall write, subscribe, and seale their death And send them safely to another world. But then my sister, and my man at home, Will not conceale it when the deede is done. Tush, one for love, the other for reward, Will never tell the world my close intent. My conscience saith it is a damned deede To traine one foorth, and slay him privily. Peace, conscience, peace, thou art too scripulous [_sic_]; Gaine doth attend[6] this resolution. Hence, dastard feare! I must, I can, I will, Kill my best friend to get a bag of gold. They shall dye both, had they a thousand lives; And therefore I will place this hammer here, And take it as I follow _Beech_ up staires, That suddenlie, before he is aware, I may with blowes dash out his hatefull braines.-- Hoe, _Rachell_, bring my cloake; look to the house, I will returne againe immediately. _Rach_. Here it is brother, I pray you stay not long; Guesse[7] will come in, 'tis almost supper time. [_Ex. Ra_. _Mer_. Let others suppe, ile make a bloudier feast Then ever yet was drest in _Merryes_ house. Be like thy selfe then, have a merrie hart, Thou shalt have gold to mend thy povertie, And after this live ever wealthilie. _Then Merry must passe to Beeches shoppe, who must sit in his shop, and Winchester his boy stand by: Beech reading_. What, neighbour _Beech_, so godly occupied? _Beech_. I, maister _Merry_; it were better reade, Then meditate on idle fantasies. _Mer_. You speake the trueth; there is a friend or two Of yours making merry in my house, And would desire to have your company. _Beech_. Know you their names? _Mer_. No truely, nor the men. I never stoode to question them of that, But they desire your presence earnestlie. _Beech_. I pray you tell them that I cannot come, Tis supper time, and many will resort For ware at this time, above all other times; Tis Friday night besides, and Bartholomew eve, Therefore good neighbour make my just excuse.