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?