Clarke. I know your mind, and here I have it for you.
Put but a dram of this into his drink,
Or any kind of broth that he shall eat,
And he shall die within an hour after.
Alice. As I am a gentlewoman, Clarke, next day
Thou and Susan shall be married.
Mosbie. And I’ll make her dowry more than I’ll talk of, Clarke.
Clarke. Yonder’s your husband. Mosbie, I’ll be gone. 290
Here enters Arden and Franklin.
Alice. In good time see where my husband comes.
Master Mosbie, ask him the question yourself.
[Exit Clarke.
Mosbie. Master Arden, being at London yesternight,
The Abbey lands, whereof you are now possessed,
Were offered me on some occasion
By Greene, one of Sir Antony Ager’s men:
I pray you, sir, tell me, are not the lands yours?
Hath any other interest herein?
Arden. Mosbie, that question we’ll decide anon.
Alice, make ready my breakfast, I must hence. 300
[Exit Alice.