Mer. In some darke place nere to Bainardes Castle.[31]
Ra. But doe it closelie that you be not seene; For all this while you are without suspect.
Mer. Take you no thought, Ile have a care of that; Onelie take heede you have a speciall care To make no shew of any discontent Nor use too many words to any one. [Puts on his Cloake; taketh up the bag. I will returne when I have left my loade. Be merrie, Rachell; halfe the feare is past. [Exit.
Ra. But I shall never thinke my selfe secure.
This deede would trouble any quiet soule,
To thinke thereof, much more to see it done;
Such cruell deedes can never long be hid,
Although we practice nere so cunningly.
Let others open what I doe conceale;
Lo he is my brother, I will cover it,
And rather dye than have it spoken rife,—
Lo where she goes, betrai'd her brothers life.
[Exit.
[SCENE II.]
Enter Williams and Cowley.
Co. Why, how now, Harry, what should be the cause,
That you are growne so discontent of late?
Your sighes do shew some inward heavinesse;
Your heavy lookes, your eyes brimfull of teares,
Beares testimonie of some secret griefe.
Reveale it, Harry; I will be thy friend,
And helpe thee to my poore habillity.
Wil. If I am heavie, if I often sigh,
And if my eyes beare recordes of my woe,
Condemne me not, for I have mightie cause,
More then I will impart to any one.
Co. Do you misdoubt me, that you dare not tell That woe to me that moves your discontent?