_Fal_.--To be afflicted with a scourge of care, Which my oreweaning rashnesse did infflict. _Turq_. Come, beare him hence! expostulate no more; That heart that could invent such treachery, Can teach his face to brave it cunninglie. _Alen_. I do defie your accusations; Let me have justice, I will answere it. _Vesuv_. So, beare him hence! I meane to stay behinde, To take possession of his goods and landes For the Dukes use: it is too manifest. _Allen_. I hope youle answere anything you doe. My Lord _Vesuvio_, you shall answere it, And all the rest that use extremities. _Alber_. I, to the Dukes Exchecker, not to you. [_Exeunt omnes; manet Falleria_. _Fal_. Thus shades are caught when substances are fled. Indeede they have my garments, but my selfe Am close enough from their discoverie; But not so close but that my verie soule, Is ract with tormentes for _Pertillos_ death. I am _Acteon_; I doe beare about, My hornes of shame and inhumanitie. My thoughts, like hounds which late did flatter me With hope of great succeeding benefits, Now gin to teare my care-tormented heart With feare of death and tortring punishment. These are the stings whenas our consciences Are stuf'd and clogd with close-concealed crimes. Well, I must smoather all these discontentes, And strive to beare a smoother countenaunce Then rugged care would willingly permit. Ile to the Court to see _Allenso_ free, That he may then relieve my povertie. [_Exit_. [SCENE IX.] _Enter Constable, three watchmen with halberdes_. _Con_. Who would have thought of all the men alive That _Thomas Merry_ would have done this deede So full of ruth and monstrous wickednesse! 1 _wat_. Of all the men that live in _London_ walles, I would have thought that _Merry_ had bin free. 2 _wat_. Is this the fruites of Saint-like Puritans? I never like such damn'd hipocrisie. 3 _wat_. He would not loase a sermon for a pound, An oath he thought would rend his iawes in twaine, An idle word did whet Gods vengeance on; And yet two murthers were not scripulous. Such close illusions God will bring to light, And overthrowe the workers with his might. _Con_. This is the house; come let us knocke at dore; I see a light, they are not all in bed: [_Knockes; Rachell comes downe_. How now, faire maide? is your brother up? _Rach_. He's not within, sir; would you speake with him? _Con_. You doe but iest; I know he is within, And I must needes go uppe and speake with him. _Rach_. In deede, good sir, he is in bed a sleepe, And I was loath to trouble him to-night. _Con_. Well, sister, I am sorry for your sake; But for your brother, he is knowne to be A damned villaine and an hipocrite. _Rachell_, I charge thee in her highnesse name, To go with us to prison presently. _Rach_. To prison, sir? alas, what have I done?