_Alice._ Nay, had’st thou loved me as thou dost pretend, Thou wouldst have marked the speeches of thy friend, Who going wounded from the place, he said His skin was pierced only through my device; And if sad sorrow taint thee for this fault, Thou would’st have followed him, and seen him dressed, And cried him mercy whom thou hast misdone: Ne’er shall my heart be eased till this be done. _Arden._ Content thee, sweet Alice, thou shalt have thy will, Whate’er it be. For that I injured thee, 130 And wronged my friend, shame scourgeth my offence; Come thou thyself, and go along with me, And be a mediator ’twixt us two. _Franklin._ Why, Master Arden! know you what you do? Will you follow him that hath dishonoured you? _Alice._ Why, canst thou prove I have been disloyal? _Franklin._ Why, Mosbie taunted your husband with the horn. _Alice._ Ay, after he had reviled him By the injurious name of perjured beast: He knew no wrong could spite a jealous man 140 More than the hateful naming of the horn. _Franklin._ Suppose ’tis true; yet is it dangerous To follow him whom he hath lately hurt. _Alice._ A fault confessed is more than half amends; But men of such ill spirit as yourself Work crosses and debates ’twixt man and wife. _Arden._ I pray thee, gentle Franklin, hold thy peace: I know my wife counsels me for the best. I’ll seek out Mosbie where his wound is dressed, And salve this hapless quarrel if I may. 150 [_Exeunt Arden and Alice._ _Franklin._ He whom the devil drives must go perforce. Poor gentleman, how soon he is bewitched! And yet, because his wife is the instrument, His friends must not be lavish in their speech. [_Exit Franklin._ IV. iv. 88. _harebrain_, A, B, C. IV. iv. 89. _welcome thee with intended_; so Warnke for _welcome thy intended_, A, B, C. ACT V SCENE I _A Street in Feversham._ _Here enters Will, Shakebag, and Greene._ _Will._ Sirrah Greene, when was I so long in killing a man? _Greene._ I think we shall never do it; let us give it over. _Shakebag._ Nay, Zounds! we’ll kill him, though we be hanged at his door for our labour. _Will._ Thou knowest, Greene, that I have lived in London this twelve years, where I have made some go upon wooden legs for taking the wall on me; divers with silver noses for saying ‘There goes Black Will!’ I have cracked as many blades as thou hast nuts. _Greene._ O monstrous lie! 10