_Will._ You deal too mildly with the peasant. Thus it is: ’Tis known to us that you love Mosbie’s sister; We know besides that you have ta’en your oath To further Mosbie to your mistress’ bed, And kill your master for his sister’s sake. Now, sir, a poorer coward than yourself 150 Was never fostered in the coast of Kent: How comes it then that such a knave as you Dare swear a matter of such consequence? _Greene._ Ah, Will---- _Will._ Tush, give me leave, there’s no more but this: Sith thou hast sworn, we dare discover all; And hadst thou or should’st thou utter it, We have devised a complat under hand, Whatever shall betide to any of us, To send thee roundly to the devil of hell. 160 And therefore thus: I am the very man, Marked in my birth-hour by the destinies, To give an end to Arden’s life on earth; Thou but a member but to whet the knife Whose edge must search the closet of his breast: Thy office is but to appoint the place, And train thy master to his tragedy; Mine to perform it when occasion serves. Then be not nice, but here devise with us How and what way we may conclude his death. 170 _Shakebag._ So shalt thou purchase Mosbie for thy friend, And by his friendship gain his sister’s love. _Greene._ So shall thy mistress be thy favourer, And thou disburdened of the oath thou made. _Michael._ Well, gentlemen, I cannot but confess, Sith you have urged me so apparently, That I have vowed my master Arden’s death; And he whose kindly love and liberal hand Doth challenge nought but good deserts of me, I will deliver over to your hands. 180 This night come to his house at Aldersgate: The doors I’ll leave unlock’d against you come. No sooner shall ye enter through the latch, Over the threshold to the inner court, But on your left hand shall you see the stairs That leads directly to my master’s chamber: There take him and dispose him as ye please. Now it were good we parted company; What I have promised, I will perform. _Will._ Should you deceive us, ’twould go wrong with you. 190 _Michael._ I will accomplish all I have revealed. _Will._ Come, let’s go drink: choler makes me as dry as a dog. 190 [_Exeunt Will, Greene, and Shakebag._ _Manet Michael._