Fall. What have you done? this lothnesse to depart,
Seemes you were trained up in tediousnesse,
Thou knowst not when and where to make an end.
Take him my friends, I know you will discharge
The hope and trust that I repose in you.
Both. Assure your selfe, in every circumstance.
Fall. Then to your horses quicklie, speedily, Else we shall put our fingers in the eye, And weepe for kindnesse till tomorrow morne.
Per. Farewell good Unckle, Aunt, and loving cooze.
[Sostratus [sic] kisseth the boy weeping.
Allen. Farewell.—I fear me everlastinglie.
[Exeunt Sostratus and Allenso.
[One of the Murtherers takes Falleria by the sleeve.
1 mu. You meane not now to have him murthered?
Fall. Not murthered, what else? kill him, I say: But wherefore makes thou question of my will?