_Rach_. That feare is past, I sawe, I spake with him, Yet he denies that I did buy the bag; Besides the neighbours have no doubt of you, Saying you are an honest harmelesse man, And made enquirie heere for fashion sake. _Mer_. My former life deserves their good conceits, Which is not blemisht with this treacherie. My heart is merier then it was before, For now I hope the greatest feare is past. The hammer is denyed, the bag unknowne; Now there is left no meanes to bring it out, Unless our selves proove Traitors to our selves. _Rach_. When saw you _Hary Williams_? _Me_. Why, to day; I met him comming home from _Powles Crosse_, Where he had beene to heare a Sermon. _Rach_. Why brought you not the man along with you To come to dinner, that we might perswade Him to continue in his secrecie? _Mer_. I did intreate him, but he would not come, But vow'd to be as secret as my selfe. _Rach_. What, did he sweare? _Mer_. What neede you aske me that? You know we never heard him sweare an othe. But since he hath conceal'd the thing thus long, I hope in God he will conceale it still. _Rach_. Pray God he do, and then I have no doubt But God will overpasse this greevous sinne, If you lament with true unfained teares And seeke to live the remnant of your yeares In Gods true feare with upright conscience. _Mer_. If it would please him pardon this amisse And rid my body from the open shame That doth attend this deed, being brought to light, I would endevour all my comming dayes To please my maker and exalt his praise. But it growes late, come bring me to my bed, That I may rest my sorrow-charged head. _Rach_. Rest still in calme secure tranquillitie, And over-blowe this storme of mightie feare With pleasant gales of hoped quietnesse. Go when you will; I will attend, and pray To send this wofull night a cheerfull day. [_Exeunt_. [SCENE VI.] _Enter Falleria and Sostrata weeping_. _Fall_. Passe ore these rugged furrowes of laments And come to plainer pathes of cheerefulnesse; Cease thy continuall showers of thy woe. And let my pleasing wordes of comfort chase These[35] duskie cloudes of thy uniust dispaire Farre from thy hart, and let a pleasing hope Of young _Pertillos_ happy safe returne Establish all your ill-devining thoughts; So shall you make me cheerfull that am sad,-- And feede your hopes with fond illusions. _Sos_. I could be so; but my divided soule, Twixt feare and hope of young _Pertillos_ life, Cannot arrive at the desired port Of firme beleefe, until mine eyes do see Him that I sent to know the certainetie. _Fal_. To know the certaintie! of whom, of what? Whome, whether, when, or whereabout, I praie, Have you dispatcht a frustrate messenger?-- By heaven, and earth, my heart misgiveth[36] me, They will prevent my cunning pollicie. [_To the people_. Why speake you not? what winged Pegasus Is posted for your satisfaction?